[Fifth Personality] Lost

Emily squatted in the grass for a long time, so long that a large group of crows gathered above her head, so long that Ben passed by her twice, and left with twitching corners of his mouth, pretending not to see them.

She was thinking about a very serious question - why did she faint at the last second every time?Why do you always insist on incomplete process? 59 points or 0 points, which one is more heartbreaking?

Hearing the siren that the escape door was powered on, Emily, who had won the game for the first time after joining the game for so long, finally stood up, continued to think about the problem, walked to the escape door, and absently unlocked the code. The eyes slowly opened, revealing a...uh, extremely bright smiling face.

"Emma? Why are you here?" Emily looked at her in surprise.

"Oh! Sister Angel!" Emma threw herself into her arms happily, rubbing and rubbing, "He didn't lie to me, so he can wait for you here?"

Emily blinked: "You waited for me here specially?"

"Yes." Emma nodded again and again, and she shook off the slightly larger straw hat, covering most of her face.

Emily couldn't help straightening the hat for her, and straightened the hair that had covered her face behind her ears, and asked, "Who told you that you can wait for me here?"

"Mr. Scarecrow." Emma said happily.

Scarecrow... sir?

Emily is at a loss, is there such a person beside her?

Could it be another new supervisor?

"My sister is out, so come with me." Emma said, pulling Emily up and leaving.

Emily's strength is not as strong as hers, and she can't help following her: "Go? Where are you going?"

"Go to my house as a guest!" Emma said naturally, "You promised me last time."

"Eh? But..." Emily remembered that she did say such a thing, but it was just to perfuse her.

Hearing that she hesitated to speak, Emma stopped and looked at her disappointedly: "Is there anything else to do today?"

Emily looked at her big clear and pure eyes, and couldn't bear to see the brilliance in her eyes go out.

Emma lowered her head aggrievedly: "I've been waiting for you outside for a long time..."

Ok.

Emily patted her head, and said softly, "It's nothing, my sister is already busy today."

Today's escape trip went extremely smoothly. One teammate didn't fly, and she paddled all over the field, and the "game" ended in less than three hours.

Emma raised her head abruptly, and said happily: "That's great! I knew my sister would not reject me!"

"But isn't there only one road leading to the cabin... outside the escape door?" Emily lost her voice as she spoke.

Emma didn't hear her last words clearly, so she turned around and asked, "What is sister talking about?"

Seeing the inexplicably extra road, Emily was silent for a moment, then shook her head: "No, it's nothing."

She even gave up her ambition to explore why a fork suddenly appeared on the straight road she walked hundreds of times.

The only thing that is certain is that even if Emma is not the daughter of Director Leo, she must be the daughter of the planner.

As far as this level of cheating is concerned, she believes that she is the mastermind herself.

Walking along this unheard-of and unseen fork road not far away, a small Gothic-style castle gradually emerged from the mist, mottled moss, dilapidated stone steps and unknown dark red marks on the walls, adding to the overall feeling. This building adds a bit of haunted house atmosphere.

Emily asked unexpectedly: "Is this your house?" She thought that Emma's residence would definitely be decorated by Director Leo as a little princess' castle!

"Yes." Emma nodded, and said a little shyly, "Sister Angel, don't look scary outside... This is the staff dormitory assigned by Dad's work. Dad can't touch the outside... But I promise, my room It's so beautiful!"

Emily: ...I really hope to find a job that can use the castle as a staff dormitory for me.

The door of the house was right in front of her, and Emma couldn't help stepping up, almost pulling Emily to the gate of the castle, and patted the door hard: "Dad! Open the door! I'm back!"

The door opened in response, and Leo, who was wearing home clothes, appeared behind the door, his face was full of tension: "Emma, ​​why did you sneak out by yourself and didn't tell Dad, Dad..."

The eager voice stopped abruptly the moment he saw Emily following Emma.

Although he promised Emma not to blame for Emily's behavior, it doesn't mean he won't be worried about what Emily did, and he couldn't help but add a little bit of blame in his tone: "Why did you go to find...Dad didn't say no Are you allowed to associate with her?"

"Why don't you let me find Sister Angel!" Emma said unhappily, and dragged Emily in like a demonstration, "I invited Sister Angel to come to my house last time, Dad, you agreed!"

"When will I..." Leo swallowed halfway through the words, and it seemed that he also knew that he couldn't explain clearly to his daughter.

It was the first time she was chased away by someone pointing her nose at such a big age. Emily was lying when she said that she was not embarrassed, but Emma held her tightly, and she couldn't break free, so she had to be dragged into the hall with an innocent face .

I saw Bane, Chuck, Valletta, and...Jack with weirder expressions.Emily twitched the corners of her mouth, showing an awkward but polite smile, she thought: As a survivor, I just came to the lair of the supervisors... Am I being too arrogant?

Emma pushed Leo, who couldn't move like a mountain, and urged: "Dad, what are you still doing? Go cook! Sister Angel must be very hungry after a busy day!"

Before Leo could speak, Joke started laughing sarcastically: "A rare visitor should be treated well."

Valletta didn't expect to have the opportunity to get in touch with the goddess after get off work. The sudden happiness made her dizzy: "Wow...it's Miss Emily herself..."

The most honest Ben shook his head and decided to go to the ice cellar to get some more ingredients.

Jack looked at the red marks on Emily's calf that hadn't completely faded, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes getting darker.

Leo suddenly exploded: "Who cares if she's hungry or not! Whoever loves to cook for her will do it! Anyway, I won't do it!"

He turned around angrily and left. Jack smiled silently, and was about to stand up and take over this unwelcome cutie, when Emma said bluntly, "I'll take care of it! I'll take care of it!"

"Isn't Dad willing to cook for Sister Angel?" She grabbed Leo's sleeve, "Then give me some money, and I'll take my sister out to eat."

Jack's lowered Erlang leg paused in the air for a second, then put it back down again, pretending nothing had happened.

Leo couldn't move his feet immediately, and he was most against Emma going out to eat those junk foods!Who knows which oil is used for the oil!How much medicine is sprinkled on the dish!

There was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart, but he finally got the upper hand because he was unwilling to make fun of his daughter's body. He seemed angry, but he gently brushed Emma's hand away, and said in a rough voice: "I will do something for her." Come on! How many times has Dad told you to stop thinking about things outside, those things are not healthy!"

Emma said "Oh": "If Sister Angel can come to eat with me at home every day, I won't go out to eat."

Leo: "..." His devoted fatherly heart was broken into pieces.

Watching Leo's lonely back as he staggered towards the kitchen, Emily realized with a rare conscience: "Your father seems a little unhappy."

"It's okay, he often does this," Emma said with a smile, "I'll just coax him later."

Emily: ...you mean you always stab your daddy girl?

Ben took a lot of ingredients from the ice cellar, half of the goat just slaughtered today, the seafood delivered this morning, and half a box of vegetables... Watching him pile up the things in front of the cooking table, Emily expressed complete satisfaction. I don't understand how he moved so many things at once.

Leo really put on his apron and was ready to cook. The supervisor in the manor was always vicious, but at this moment he looked very simple and peaceful.

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Qiao Ke leaned forward, muttering: "Let me help."

Leo blocked him with his knife hand, and asked suspiciously: "Can you cook? I've never seen you do it."

Qiao Ke was blunt and strong: "No, I can learn!" He said with a chuckle, "It's rare for us to have a guest here, and he is an escapee. I have to express it."

Valletta also waved her eight paws and joined in: "I, I, I! I also want to cook food for the goddess! If you want to grab the goddess' heart, you must first grab the goddess' stomach!"

Ben sighed again, and honestly cut vegetables and meat.

Jack looked at the huddled kitchen that was about to fight in a second, and decided not to join in the fun. He also looked at Emily who was being pulled upstairs by Emma, ​​and felt that he was following the two girls and overhearing their private conversation. His behavior was too ungentlemanly, so he sat down and continued to drink.

Emma's room was as expected by Emily, it was decorated by Leo like a little palace, all the decorations were in warm colors, the big pink bed was full of all kinds of naive dolls, the corner was very A carnival chair is hilariously placed...well, looks familiar.

Emily looked again, and found that it was the carnival chair that sent Emma to the ground last time.

She kept it and put it in her room.Emily couldn't laugh or cry.

Being dragged by Emma to sit on the edge of the bed, Emily calmed down little by little. Being in such an environment, it was hard for her not to think of her parents—her family background was not considered Wealthy, but her parents have always loved her, especially her father, who can't tell the front and back of socks when he is confused, but he puts his heart into decorating her boudoir with pink bed curtains, pink curtains, and pink lampshades. Wardrobe...Even though she was not a squeamish little princess since she was a child, they tried their best to give her the best.

... She hasn't thought of them for a long time, probably because her parents are the only soft place in her heart, as long as she thinks of them, she will become weak as strong as she is, wishing to cry like a little girl in their arms field.

The author has something to say:

No update on weekends, because I have been very unhappy recently, especially when I saw "short" comments appearing in the comment area, I would like to say a few points about this:

First, as I said in the copywriting and Chapter 1, now the fans who write doujin basically use love to generate electricity, so when enjoying the fruits of other people's labor for free, please be more tolerant and less self-righteous.What is "self-righteous"?It is self-righteous to point and point for granted without paying any price.Any unpleasantness will affect my mood of power generation, so the frequency of future updates depends on my mood. If similar comments appear again, I don’t mind directly breaking the online serialization, and will not publish it on any public platform;

Second, this article cannot be entered into V. It will not bring me any stable income except for the feeding of the cuties. You must move bricks to support yourself while generating electricity. The time for coding is limited every day. .But even so, this article has not been updated for a day since it was opened on May 3900st, with an average of [-]+ updates per day. I ask my short little angel to look at other things, and then look at mine.Because I often have to work overtime, during my May Day holiday, including the following weekends, I basically stayed up late every day to write until one, two, or even three in the morning before going to sleep and storing manuscripts, just to avoid lack of time during the working day. Even so, is there still God expressing dissatisfaction?

Third, before you say that I am short, please calculate how many minutes it took you to read this "short" chapter, and then estimate how many hours it took me to write this "short" chapter?

In the end, I would like to emphasize that, all the little angels, please don’t look through the comments to find out who is talking about short stories. Look after me, what I said is “don’t look through anyone”, let alone attack this group.

Whoever said that I know it in my heart, but I still hope that the comment area will maintain harmony. I am in charge of coding and producing food, and the little angels are in charge of beauty. Verbal attacks will affect your beauty.

Well, that's right, Mr. Zuo Shi has such a bad temper, and his quality is so bad. After all, I only hope that you like my articles, and I don't expect you to like me as a person.If you can bear it, bear it, if you can't bear it, retreat, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable looking at me, and I will feel uncomfortable looking at you.

The weather has been dry and dry recently, and it is flammable and explosive, so please handle it with care.Thanks.