[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

, On the contrary, he looks like a literary youth with severe depression.

Qiao Yan didn't take the gun in his hand, but instead asked him:

"You can do it yourself, too?"

His smile also carries a bit of the depression and sadness of going for a walk:

"It can't be done."

He picked up the gun with his right hand, aiming the muzzle at his head, his eyes were very calm and he wanted to pull the trigger...

However, the next moment, his left hand with five fingers turned into sharp blades tore off his right hand holding the gun. The gun on his right hand fell to the floor and turned around a few times. His right hand that was torn off by his left hand fell on the floor and instantly turned into a puddle of white ink. It turned into a thick fog and dissipated.

There was not even a trace of blood on his body, and the thick white mist at the wound on his right shoulder reconstituted his right hand.

He stood there holding his head and screaming angrily, waving the sharp claws of his left hand in the air, as if he was going crazy.

Qiao Yan silently picked up the gun and took a few steps back, then continued to look at him.

But after a while, Jack regained his composure.

He looked at Qiao Yan and sighed:

"Did you see..."

"I promise you. But tell me first, where is my soul?"

Qiao Yan held the black-and-red gun with a calm expression.

Seeing that Qiao Yan agreed, his depressed and tired eyes revealed a slight relaxation:

"There is a connection between the soul and the self."

Although this statement is very convincing, Qiao Yan does not think it is useful:

"Then why can't I find my soul?"

"Because your eyes are blinded, you who are not framed must see your soul."

Jack approached Qiao Yan, Qiao Yan resisted the instinct to retreat and looked up at him, he was too tall.

He walked behind Qiao Yan, and then slowly covered Qiao Yan's eyes with his hands...

In Qiao Yan's sight, the hands turned into finger blades the moment they approached her eyes, Qiao Yan's pupils shrank instantly, and she wanted to run away, but the sharp blade flashed past her eyes, and the blood color subsided after a while.

Her world was dark.

She is blind.

Jack lied to her.

Qiao Yan clenched the gun tightly in her hand, and when she was about to shoot the person behind her, a little light lit up from her eyes, and she regained her sight, but this time, the world in her eyes turned black and white—as if Joseph's mirror world in the game.

"Kill me, go find your soul."

Qiao Yan turned around. In the black and white world, the black and white Jack smiled at her, with a bit of relief in his calmness.

Qiao Yan slowly raised the gun to him, and pulled the trigger with her index finger.

"Do it. 'I' killed many girls like you, so do it..."

"You shouldn't feel any guilt."

His pale golden eyes reveal peace:

"I don't deserve to be forgiven."

In Qiao Yan's eyes, his figure was a double image, as if two people overlapped together, and his voice also had a sense of overlap, and those overlapping sounds were slightly different from his words:

He should not be forgiven!

Qiao Yan thought that she probably understood what happened to Jack.

So she pointed the gun at the brow of the British gentleman and pulled the trigger:

"You are innocent."

She told the gentleman who wanted to die with a very complicated mood.

"I'm not innocent..."

His smile disappeared into the gunfire.

After shooting, Qiao Yan saw a white mist behind the tall and thin British gentleman, and his figure kept changing between the skeleton and the human form.

Crazy and angry roars echoed in the silent manor.

Qiao Yan immediately went upstairs and returned to Joseph's room. She had to hurry up. She had a premonition that Jack's behavior would be known to Joseph, so she had to find her soul before Joseph came back.

In a world of black and white, a speck of color is very eye-catching.

In the hall full of portraits, rainbow-like color fragments spread all over the walls, twinkling like stars.

where is it?

After those pictures on the wall!

Qiao Yan took down all the self-portraits of Joseph hanging on the wall, and found a small fragment of changing colors from behind each portrait.

She put all the pieces on the table, and then put each piece together like a puzzle...

But there were too many pieces, and she put them together into a square shape when the sun was about to set, but there was still a new type of piece missing in the center of the painting.The five colors kept changing on the square, but still no portrait emerged.

Qiao Yan was a little anxious:

Why is there a piece missing?

where is it?

All the self-portraits of Joseph hanging on the wall in the living room are here. She searched every room, but did not see those colorful fireflies.

When the sun set a few minutes later, she suddenly remembered something, she ran back to the bedroom and took down the painting of pas de deux by the bed.

There is nothing behind this painting...

Qiao Yan's eyes didn't see the color in this painting either, but she suddenly picked up the fruit knife on the table and destroyed the exquisite oil painting. The moment the drawing paper was torn apart, Qiao Yan saw the fragments.

It was in the ruined painting that she found the last fragment.

When the last pieces were put together, the colors of the world in Qiao Yan's eyes returned, and the colorful square in front of her suddenly turned into a photo:

Black and white photo of teenage boy and teenage girl in color behave intimately, look at the camera and smile.

Qiao Yan held the photo, and her beating heart suddenly calmed down.She wanted to laugh and cry a little.

Finally found her sealed soul.

It turned out that the carrier containing her soul was not hidden in the form of photos, it was distorted into fragments and scattered behind those portraits.She who targeted the photo was simply impossible to find.

……

"Yan!"

Joseph is back, and he still looks like the beautiful boy who was nostalgic for time.It's just that compared to usual, there was a noticeable pant in his voice, and he was obviously in a hurry.

He stood there, his blue eyes staring at Qiao Yan, it was hard to describe the expression on his delicate and beautiful face.

Qiao Yan was standing by the fireplace holding that photo, her black eyes reflected the constantly dancing flames in the fireplace.

Joseph probably understood what she wanted to do. He didn't approach her, but put the knife in his left hand aside, and looked at her with a sigh in his blue eyes:

"I swear to Azrael: we will be together forever."

He's telling the oath he made in the Red Church.

"I love you, is also eternal."

Qiao Yan didn't look back at him, she was still looking at the flames that were constantly jumping in the fireplace, the orange-red flames dyed the outline of her face a bit of warm orange:

"..."

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say it, she just let go of the hand holding the photo, leaving a farewell:

"Goodbye, Joseph."

The moment the photo was burned, blue flames appeared on the walls of the whole room. Qiao Yan turned her head and saw the beautiful noble boy standing in a sea of ​​blue flames and looking at her. At his feet are his portraits that Qiao Yan took down from the wall, piled up like a hill.A faint blue flame ignited on top of his head, connecting with his dark blue coat, those blue eyes that seemed to glow really lit up, and the flame turned all his colors into nothingness.

That picture has a kind of poignant beauty that is hard to describe. The beauty that seems to be fleeting can always be imprinted in people's hearts and cannot be dissipated.

——So it became a nightmare.

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The blue flame burned everything up, and the originally beautifully decorated room turned into nothingness and darkness, only the boy whose color had faded in the blue fire was so clear.It was so clear that he could see that the entire eye sockets of his eyes were occupied by a light blue, and finally turned into a shadowy dark gray, and a crack climbed up his face again, as if time had returned...

He stretched out his hand towards her, and the portraits piled up like hills were silently burning beside him...

Qiao Yan wanted to retreat, but she was also surrounded by those blue flames that seemed to burn everything. She could only watch the person whose color and normal appearance were burnt getting closer to her...

……

After opening her eyes, she saw the chandelier on the ceiling, Qiao Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

is a dream.

However, the eye-catching room is still a gorgeous room decorated in European style.

There was a knock on the door.

Qiao Yan didn't know how she got out of bed, she didn't even remember opening the door, but the door in front of her just opened like that, her hand was still on the doorknob.

Standing outside the door was a straw hat girl with a bright smile. She took Qiao Yan's hand and started running in the corridor:

"Yan, hurry up! The game is about to start!"

Manor game?

Qiao Yan was led to run all the way, and her mind was confused for a moment.

Isn't her game over?

Yes, she won the final victory, her game is long over!

Thinking like this, Qiao Yan stopped in her tracks, and the girl in the straw hat who had been dragging her along disappeared at some point.

Standing in the hall of Odiris Manor, she looked at the pistol with a black and red shell that appeared in her hand, and then she raised her head.

Wearing a black top hat, an English gentleman with a depressed expression was looking at her.

"Shoot."

A gunshot rang out suddenly, and Qiao Yan looked at her hand raising the gun in a daze.

The English gentleman who helped her fell down, and the bright red blood flowed quietly on the floor of the hall of the Orytis Manor...

Qiao Yan held the pistol and looked at the relieved and relieved smile that was fixed on his face, feeling even more confused.

The blood spattered on his pale face, which was as seductive as a red flower blooming.

wrong……

wrong!

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