Personality V: I will save everything

Suddenly, a crying voice of "Dad, Mom." came into the ears of Jack and Natasha, and they both turned around quickly almost at the same time.

This scene was just like a strange experiment once conducted by a scholar.

When you shout "Help" at the top of your lungs on a busy street, perhaps most people around you will choose to turn a deaf ear and ignore you; however, once you call out "Mom and Dad" loudly, almost all parents will involuntarily look back.

At this moment, the "crybaby" stretched out his small hands towards the empty air, his eyes full of desire and expectation. Natasha and Joke were stunned at first, but after just a moment, they understood and instantly saw the deep meaning behind the "crybaby's" action.

This poor child longs for the love from his parents, but this desire is intertwined with deep fear and an unspeakable sense of humiliation.

He simply didn't know how to ask others for the fatherly and motherly love that should have belonged to him.

So he had to rely on the fantasies in his mind, and kept stretching his arms towards the shadows of Jack and Natasha cast on the ground, as if trying to hold on to the illusory warmth.

"...Mom is here, my little baby." Natasha's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze. She did not say anything else, but walked straight forward and gently held one of the little hands extended by the "crybaby" with her warm and soft hands.

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, mom and dad are always here with you." Qiu Ke also hurriedly followed and held the other hand of the "crybaby". At this moment, the three people held hands tightly, and a warm and peaceful atmosphere quietly spread.

In this atmosphere, the "crybaby" once again tentatively called out, "Dad? Mom?"

"Hey, dear child, mom and dad are here." x2

After looking at each other, Natasha and Joke hugged the "crybaby" tightly at the same time.

The "crybaby" just lay quietly in their arms, feeling the long-lost warmth.

If the "crybaby's" head was still there, he would have been crying his eyes out by now. Finally... finally the "crybaby" has his own parents.

The child, who was called "crybaby", was holding Joke and Natasha tightly with his little hands, as if they would disappear if he let go. This poor little guy had gone through so many hardships and tribulations before he finally found his home.

On the long journey home, who is crying?

The long and tortuous journey home is filled with endless tears and sorrow.

Along the way, there were countless nights when the "crybaby" cried silently in the dark alone, missing his warm home and beloved family.

However, today, he finally returned here, to the place that he had been dreaming about.

"Crybaby", please stop crying, because home is just ahead.

The "crybaby" raised his head slightly, and his tearful eyes looked in the direction where the shadow had just been.

How wonderful! At this moment, whether in the virtual shadow or in the real world, "Crybaby" can truly feel the warm and powerful embrace of his parents.

"I'm home."

"Um, 'crybaby'.....no.....Robbie, welcome home."

Finally... "Crybaby" no longer has to pin his longing for parents on those illusory shadows, because he has his own father and mother.

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the other side,

The mercenary in this world has not forgotten his mission.

Although the photographer in their world is a relatively crazy supervisor, it is still quite easy to communicate with him on a daily basis. (Except when playing games)

It was a very ordinary day, so ordinary that the photographer thought he just passed by the mercenary, but until the mercenary passed by him and said a name——

"Claude."

The name instantly caught the photographer's attention, either shocking or alert, but it did make the photographer stop.

"How do you know Claude's name?!" The photographer grabbed the mercenary's shoulder excitedly and questioned him. He looked like he wanted to stab the mercenary through with a knife the next second.

The photographer had a twin brother who died early, and he was tricked into the manor in order to resurrect his brother. This fact was known to everyone in the manor.

But here lies the problem. The photographer has never told anyone that his brother's name is "Claude"!

"Where did you hear this name? Tell me now!!!"

Joseph's face was completely distorted, or in other words, he had turned back into the monster in his game.

This is very normal in the manor, especially for the supervisors. Most of the time, they are divided into two types: normal people and supervisors.

Except when playing games, on weekdays they can also transform back into their human form and live their lives as long as they want.

But of course, it seems that the only people who are willing to turn back into human form are people like the Ripper, or the photographer, Madame Red.

These proud upper-class nobles always try to maintain their last bit of dignity to a greater or lesser extent.

But for the photographer, all of this seemed to disappear when he mentioned his younger brother Claude.

The mercenary remained calm despite the photographer's sudden madness, staring at Joseph with the most normal expression, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Just when the mercenary was sure that Joseph was going to tear him to pieces in the next second, he finally took out the photo from his arms.

This is a psychological tactic that mercenaries who have lived on the battlefield often use when interrogating their enemies.

Telling the truth to the other person when he or she is at their craziest can greatly increase the credibility of your words.

However, there are also some disadvantages to doing so. It may cause the other person's psychological defenses to break down, causing them to do something self-destructive.

And if there is not enough evidence to support it, the other party will think that you are deceiving him.

However, would the mercenaries care about all this? Of course not.

Did the photographer hurt himself? To him, it didn’t matter at all. He just wanted to finish the task quickly so that he could collect his “remuneration” and return to Nepal.

As for whether there is enough evidence?

Oh, seeing is believing.

The photographer snatched the photo from the mercenary, because the person in the photo was exactly the brother he had been thinking about day and night.

"How long has it been since I last saw you..." The photographer gently stroked Claude's face in the photo with his fingers, "Where have you been? Why can't I find you?"

The photographer missed his brother so much that he imitated Claude's habits all the time in his life. They had the same appearance, but no matter how much the photographer imitated, he was not Claude after all.

"Where did the photo come from?" After the initial frenzy, the photographer quickly regained his sanity.

The characters in this photo include more than just Joseph and Claude from another world.

To be precise, this photo is a birthday photo of Carl. The protagonist in the center of the photo is not Joseph or Claude, but Carl.

Moreover, in addition to the three of them, there were many other people, but without exception, their faces were filled with happy smiles.

You can tell at a glance that this photo does not belong to them.

"If you want to know the truth, then follow me." After saying that, the mercenary turned around and left. He didn't care whether the photographer followed him or not, because he knew that he would definitely follow him.

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"Uncle Photographer, you're here. It took a little time, but I finally finished it!"

Carl held up his miniature photographer doll made of cotton and rags in front of the photographer as if presenting a treasure.

Seriously, the doll looks tattered, and it looks like the kid didn't even choose the color of the fabric. Wasn't Joseph's hair white? Why did he choose golden yellow fabric for his hair?

"Please don't tell me that you asked me to come here just to show me this doll."

He didn't have time to play any mischief with the children.

"Of course not, Uncle Photographer." Carl suddenly took an exaggerated step to the side.

After seeing clearly what was behind Carl, the photographer's brain went blank for a moment.

"Hi...Brother...long time no see."

It was Claude, or to be exact, a translucent Claude that looked like a soul.

Claude greeted the photographer with a smile, but as a soul body he looked lifeless, the smile looked very forced.

"Claude!!!"

The photographer yelled like a child and rushed towards Claude's soul, but his hand went straight through Claude's body.

Of course, how can a person capture the soul?

"Uncle Photographer, how about we make a deal?" Carl still came to the photographer with the rag doll in his hand.

"Look, how's my temporary host doing?"

Hearing Carl say this, the photographer immediately understood that it was not that Carl had made a mistake in the color of the fabric, but that the doll's hair should have been golden yellow.

"what do you want to do?"

Joseph didn't believe that there would be such a good thing as pie falling from the sky. The other party had actually shown him the "reward", so at least he should know what he had to do to get it.

“Hmm…” Carl gently supported his chin with his fingers and thought for a while.

He decided to take the approach of "half truth, half lie".

"In fact, I also want to help Claude revive directly, but unfortunately your world is different from our manor. The power of the manor here seems to be suppressing my power. I can only make a rag doll to help him revive temporarily."

Carl seemed innocent and said the above words without any ulterior motive, but in fact, it was all nonsense.

If he wanted, he could now help Claude create a human body and revive him.

However, you can't be too hasty. If you give all the benefits at once, it is hard to guarantee that the other party will not just take the money and leave without doing anything.

"Please help us find a way to get all the people here, I mean the supervisors and the survivors, to leave this manor together, so that the power of this manor will collapse. Then I can reshape Uncle Claude into a human body, and he won't have to squeeze into this rag doll anymore."

"make a deal."

As soon as Karl finished speaking, Joseph agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, he had no attachment to this manor. Entering this manor was a scam. His wish would never come true. He could only continue killing people here every day.

If that's the case, he might as well choose a more promising path.

What's more... the other party has already given him half of the benefit. Even if Carl can't give Claude a human body in the end, at least... Claude is back with him.

"Then, Uncle Claude, please come in first." Carl raised the rag doll towards Claude.

"it is good."

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"................." The apostle met his colleague in the corridor in a normal way.

It was originally just an ordinary encounter, and they passed each other by, but after the apostle realized that the photographer was holding something in his hand, she turned back.

"Mr. Photographer, I never thought you would start liking dolls as much as Mr. Factory Manager."

The apostle said with some surprise.

Moreover, the photographer's doll is also different from the factory manager's. The supervisors all know that the factory manager's doll was sewed according to the appearance of his daughter in his remaining memories.

But this doll of the photographer...was it sewed in his own image?

Under normal circumstances, the photographer might have stopped and answered the questions of the apostle lady in front of him like a gentleman.

But this time, he just said "hmm" coldly, and then left quickly.

After returning to his room and locking the door, the photographer gently placed the doll on the table.

Suddenly, the doll seemed to have its own life, as if it had transformed from a rag doll.

"Brother." Claude doll shouted to the photographer with a smile.

"I'm here, Claude. I'm here."