[Fifth Personality] Lost

The time here is infinitely stretched, and it is less than 10 minutes since she left, but Emily feels as if a century has passed, and there are still many corpses around her. She has a feeling that she is about to collapse.

A tall figure faintly appeared in the blurred field of vision, and Emily felt sore in her heart, and the tears in her eyes were even worse—I never knew that Jack gave her so much sense of security before, and it appeared several times in just 10 minutes Hallucinations, every time she thought he was really coming, she stumbled and ran over, hoping that he would hug her, hope that he would gently say don't be afraid, hope that he would take her out of this hell on earth.

In the end, every time it was a fake, she managed to get there, but "he" disappeared.

Not wanting to taste the taste of disappointment again, this time, Emily held back and did not rush over, standing in the distance watching the tall figure gradually approaching...

Finally stopped in front of her.

This hallucination is so realistic.She wanted to smile bitterly, but couldn't hold back her tears. The distorted expression on her face wrapped in cloth strips could have been as wonderful as it was.

After confirming that the person who dressed himself up was Emily, Jack habitually wanted to kneel down on one knee, but because there were nowhere to put his feet on the ground, he changed his knees into a squat, and stretched out his hand to uncover the simple shawl she made with his own shawl. mask.

Cold fingers wiped the tears off her face, and the touch felt unbelievably real.

Emily froze, and muttered to herself in disbelief: "...is it true?"

Jack felt sour, the corpses and maggots all over the floor, even he felt a little shocking, let alone Emily?

He picked her up and rubbed her face with the mask: "It's true."

Emily pursed her mouth, and whimpered and blamed: "...Why did you come here now?"

Finding a person in a corpse yard with a radius of ten miles is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Jack didn't explain, and patted her on the back reassuringly: "I'm late coming down."

Emily put her arms around his neck and buried her head in the socket of his neck, showing a rare vulnerable side.

It's okay, it's a good thing you're here.

She answered in her heart.

The corpse gas released by tens of thousands of corpses in the process of decay is deeply toxic. Jack saw that many small red bumps had appeared on Emily's exposed skin, and knew that this place was not suitable for staying for a long time. No more comforting words for her, and carried her back along the way she came.

Although he is thin, he is tall and has a big frame, so he is naturally heavy. He is also holding Emily, and almost every step he takes will break a certain bone of a corpse, making a tooth-piercing "click" sound. , he didn't have any psychological burden, but Emily hugged him even tighter.

Jack involuntarily quickened his pace.

Finally walking out of the land full of corpses, the stench of rotting corpses no longer filled her nostrils, Emily took a deep breath, feeling like she was alive.

Jack carried Emily back to the supervisor's dormitory, ignored the expressions of the four colleagues who said "ah, I've found it", and went straight back to the room.

Emily had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She broke free from Jack's arms and went straight into the bathroom without taking a change of clothes.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, rubbing and washing her body and hair over and over again, but no matter how many times she washed, she always felt that there was a trace of stench following her like a shadow.

Jack, who borrowed Leo's bathroom to clean himself up, waited in the room for two full hours but did not see Emily come out, so he took a shirt, broke into the bathroom and hugged her half coercively and half coaxingly. out.

Her eyes were red and swollen, which made people feel distressed.

Jack kissed her between the eyebrows, dipped his face in the medicinal wine, and applied the medicine to the small bumps on her arms and legs awkwardly but seriously.

Emily obediently let him play with it, until he put the things away and put them back in the drawer, then she crawled into his arms like a kitten.

Emily has always been strong, but when was she ever so obedient?Jack hugged her soft and small body in both irony and laughter, feeling distressed and funny at the same time.

After a long time, Emily didn't move, but her stomach protested with a "gurg--".

Emily's face changed, and her expression became a little embarrassed.As if he didn't notice it, Jack asked naturally, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

His thoughtfulness once again touched Emily. She thought about it and said hesitantly, "Apple pie and hot milk are just fine...thank you."

She may not want to eat meat for a long time.

Jack nodded, didn't ask her why she didn't eat meat, put on a mask and went out to get her something to eat.When he came back after taking what she wanted, he opened the door and saw Emily who was supposed to be on the bed. He couldn't help being startled, and was about to ask her why she didn't stay on the bed when he saw her pair of dark eyes. His eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.

Jack put the milk in the tray, put one arm around her, closed the door with his foot, and led her back to the bed: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Watching her finish eating the food in small bites, Jack twisted the veil to wipe her hands and face, and lay down with her arms around her.

"The first person I released..." Emily couldn't open her eyes, and her voice was soft as if whispering, "It was... the guy who came to my clinic most often to trouble me. Powerful and powerful, he insists on me being his lover...Hmph, don't look at my bare Mediterranean skin and greasy belly...I can't deal with him, he is not short of money, but I don't want to compromise...still Fortunately, my former teacher had acquaintances, and friends asked friends to spend a lot of money to escape the catastrophe temporarily, and then my life was even more difficult..."

"When I saw him, he was already tied to a chair...Let me think about it, maybe I lasted for 2 minutes. With his size, I was tired of running for him..."

"Seeing me running over, his eyes lit up, brighter than any time he saw me before, struggling to beg me to save him... I think, when he made things difficult for me before, he never thought There will be a day when you ask me."

"I didn't intend to save him at first, but I found that the factory manager started to walk back, and I thought of a way to relieve my anger than watching him die in horror... You don't know, I rescued him At that time, his expression was extremely funny...wept so much that he was tearful, grateful to me, and kept repenting, but...haha, just after he was rescued, he went up again."

"I saved him again...and then he flew away..."

"This kind of thing will never happen again." Jack patted her back rhythmically while humming a soft and soothing tune.

Emily's tense nerves gradually relaxed, exhaustion and sleepiness surged up, she yawned, curled up in Jack's arms to find a more comfortable position, and closed her heavy eyelids.

As her breathing became steady and long, Jack's humming became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.Warm and soft jade in his arms, he unexpectedly didn't have the slightest thought. He looked down at Emily who was peacefully sleeping with a little childlike innocent sleeping face. He couldn't help but kiss her hair, and leaned close to her ear , said silently—

"Have a sweet dream, my love."

**

Early the next morning, Emily and Jack were awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

Jack looked at Emily who was rubbing her eyes sleepily, cursed in his heart, put on a mask and opened the door.

Outside the door, Leo, Jack, Ben, and Valletta were all there, and everyone's expressions were not good-looking, and there was a chilling atmosphere in the air.

With a faint guess in his heart, Jack narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone, "What do you mean?"

Valletta looked at Jack, then at Emily in the room, with a troubled expression on her face; Ben opened his mouth, but didn't speak; Juke gave a strange laugh and looked away.

In the end, Leo, who was still the oldest, stood up and said, "Jack, Boss wants to see Miss Emily."

"Really?" Jack's voice was even colder, "Did Boss say what to do with Emily?"

"Jack," Leo, who has always been a good man, did not back down, his hoarse voice revealed a trace of menace, "Boss said, I hope you have not forgotten your identity, nor the content of the contract."

Jack was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Emily, who had woken up from sleep, came over. She looked at Jack, and then at the four people outside the room. Their voices were not low, and she couldn't hear them for no reason.

"Okay," she nodded, "This is also the purpose of my sitting on the carnival chair. But before that, can I change my clothes first?"

She had no reason to wear Jack's shirt to meet people, did she?

Fortunately, since Emma's birthday, Jack has been preparing to take off her clothes in the room. She changed into a green and white dress, carefully combed her hair, put on her hat, and gave Jack a comforting smile from the mirror: "It's okay." , if he wants me to die, the director of the factory doesn't need to tell you the location of the corpse yard."

He let Jack go to find her, and let her come back alive, which meant that he was eager for her to bring him...more interesting surprises.

When Emily walked out of the room, Jack and Ben immediately stood beside her, Leo led the way, and Valletta stood behind, feeling like Jack was excluded.

From Emily's point of view, the scenery along this road is similar, even the distribution of fork roads is the same, and I don't know how the factory manager uses it to identify the route.

Finally turning a corner, a simple small house seemed to appear out of thin air, abruptly but naturally appearing in front of everyone.

Leo stepped forward and knocked on the door with a very respectful attitude: "Boss, we are here."

Leo didn't hear any reply from the door, so Leo pushed the door open. Jack and Ben held Emily from left and right when the door opened.

Jack fixed his eyes and was about to step forward when Valletta turned around suddenly, staring at him firmly with red eyes.

Emily didn't think it was a big deal, because Jack and Ben didn't have much strength, and they didn't hurt her at all.

Following their steps into the house, Emily looked around calmly—the heavy curtains blocked almost all the light from the outside, and only opened a crack to illuminate a corner.

The planner, who did not know his identity, age and gender from the beginning to the end, turned around. Due to the backlight, he still couldn't see his face clearly. He only heard a smile in his voice and pretended regret: "The 999th time , Miss Emily Dale, I was very optimistic about you, thinking that you would be the only one who escaped from the game, what a pity, you are still lost."

Oh, and who was it that wrote her specifically to say that inviting her to this game would be one of the best decisions he'd ever made?

Emily thought indifferently.

Staring straight at his face, which couldn't even be seen clearly, Emily said calmly, "Yes, I'm still lost, but I'm not lost in your manor, but..."

She looked at Jack, who was also unable to see his expression clearly, leaning against the shadow beside the bed.

I finally confessed in my heart,

Is lost in Jack's tenderness.

With his future, she wanted it.

With his memory, she doesn't want to lose it.

The author has something to say:

Ow!Today is my holiday!It's even updated!Praise yourself for being diligent!

Also praise the little angel who left me a message with bubbles!

It means that if you don't leave a message or make bubbles, you won't be praised! 【snort! 】