[Fifth Personality] Lost

After running around the playground with the five supervisors in turn, Emily suddenly felt that she liked the feeling of completely letting go of herself more than the previous fear.

Well, when people live in a smooth life for a long time, they will always involuntarily swell, and Emily is not immune. She is full of confidence in her walking skills, and she forgot that there is a saying in this world called: Always in the river While walking, how can there be no wet shoes.

Emmm... There is another saying: If you come out to play around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

It's the day when Jack is the supervisor again. If Emily was afraid of this elegant but cruel supervisor at the beginning, then after dozens of kite-flying games, she thinks she has fully mastered every aspect of walking. Emily, who had the skill of a supervisor, couldn't help contemptuous of this tall, pale young man.

She lurks in the dark, watching the tall figure disappear around the corner, her heartbeat also quiets down.She chuckled and ran in the opposite direction.

There was the ticking sound of the cipher machine gradually operating normally, and she trotted over to help at the last moment, in exchange for a grateful smile from the young girl.

"There's another one over there, shall we go there together?" the girl suggested.

Emily agreed, and at a time when no one was strapped to a carnival chair, there was nothing else to do but crack the cipher.What's more, she just doesn't like one person to decipher the cipher, the progress is hopelessly slow, and two people can barely accept it.

"My name is Andy, what about you?" The heartbeat didn't sound for a long time, and the girl felt a little more relaxed. She patted the outer box of the cipher machine and asked.

Emily concentrated on decoding, and said without looking back: "Emily."

"Are you a nurse?" Andy asked curiously.

This is a question that almost every teammate who sees her will ask once, after all, her clothing is so distinctive.Emily shook her head: "No, I'm a doctor."

"Oh, that's really rude, Miss Doctor," said Andy apologetically.

The two were chatting one after another, and seeing the repair work coming to an end, there was a scream in the wind.

Andy's movements paused, just at the moment when it needed to be calibrated, the cipher machine exploded, and the electric light hit Emily's hand, causing both her arms to go numb.

Andy turned pale, and hurriedly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"It's okay," Emily replied, secretly alert, praying that Jack was chasing the injured survivor and had no time to take care of their popcorn.

When the numbness in the hand faded away, the heartbeat did not sound.Emily was relieved and continued to decode, but because of Andy's mistake, the progress bar that was about to be completed was set back by about one-fifth.

With a "crack", the cipher machine turned on the highlight reminder and started to operate normally.

At the same time, a message popped up on the prompt panel—the injured teammate was tied to a carnival chair.

Andy looked in the direction of the call for help, and asked hesitantly, "Are we... going to save him?"

"Yes." Emily replied without hesitation, seeing the hesitation on Andy's face, she thought for a while and said, "Get out of here quickly, find another cipher machine, or hide for a while , don't stay around here."

What does she mean by saying this, is that she intends to save her by herself?

Probably infected by her indomitable courage, Andy spat at himself, who just thought about protecting himself wisely, and ran after Emily instead of looking for the cipher machine or hiding.

From a distance, she could clearly see the struggling teammates tied to the carnival chair. Emily slowed down vigilantly, and finally hid behind a big tree and looked around, showing a puzzled expression—— Strange, this time Jack didn't guard the corpse?

Reluctantly, she turned 360° on the spot again, making sure that she didn't see the warning red light, and her heartbeat was very calm.

...Could it be a brain pumping?Emily thought about it, and ran to the carnival chair with confidence, reaching out to pull the rope that bound her teammates.

Facts have proved that those who can be supervisors in this manor are not people who can easily brainstorm.

The sudden and sharp sound of the wind blew a sharp roar in the air, and at the same time, the heartbeat sounded like a drum, and Emily was shocked - the intensity of this heartbeat indicated that the regulator was close at hand!

How is this going?Emily couldn't figure it out, why did she suddenly appear behind her when there was no warning a second ago?

There was another whistling sound next to his ears—it was the sound of sharp knives cutting through the air quickly.

The next second, a sharp pain hit her back, Emily grunted involuntarily, and staggered onto the carnival chair.

Fortunately, at the moment Jack launched the attack, she untied all the traps on her teammate. While Jack was covering his face and laughing, she reluctantly pushed her teammate towards Andy: "Take him away."

Then he stumbled and ran towards the ruins.

Emily doesn't have to worry about the safety of Andy and her teammates, because as long as she takes the lead, Jack will definitely chase her.

The injury caused her body flexibility to plummet, and the movement of turning over the window and placing the boards was much slower, so she could not get rid of Jack and followed him like a shadow.And the wound on her back was too big, she didn't have time to stop the bleeding, and she was still doing strenuous exercise, so even if she moved away a little bit, Jack could easily find it along the bloodstains.

If it goes on like this, it will probably be cool.Emily teased herself bitterly. Faced with such an ending, her mood was unexpectedly calm—let her think about it, how long has she lived in this "game"?Three hundred episodes?Or five hundred episodes?It's been too long, so long that she can't remember the exact number, and the concept of life and death has been blurred in her mind. To be honest, she actually felt from the beginning that even if she lived a thousand episodes, the person who couldn't see Qinglian's behind-the-scenes planner may not really let her go. It is just a self-deceiving lie to say that she is expected to escape a thousand times and bring a huge sum of money to enjoy herself.

She needs this lie, a thousand times of smooth escape is too far away, and day after day of escape is too easy to make people despair, she must set a big goal for herself - after successfully escaping a thousand times, bring Huge sums of money to be happy and happy, and countless small goals-the bloody money transaction with that guy, and the evil taste that grows wildly in a desperate and depressing environment.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead. Every step he took was heavier than the previous step.As an excellent doctor, Emily certainly knew that it was due to excessive blood loss, and she was likely to go into shock before Jack caught up with her.

Looking at Emily who was running slower and slower, and seeing the bloodstains on the ground getting thinner and thinner, Jack frowned inexplicably—he didn't know how long he had been chasing Emily, and he just kept going like this , The blood on Emily's body is about to flow clean.

Going around another circle of discarded cables, she tried to put down the board to block Jack for a while, but she was dizzy now, and the strength in her hand was naturally much weaker than she imagined. She pushed hard, and the board didn't move at all, and she knew something bad was going on. son.

The distance between her and Jack couldn't allow half a second of delay. With just this push, Jack took a step forward, swung his left hand, but turned his palm over before it landed on Emily, and knocked her out with the back of the knife. she.

Emily fell down in response. She was so tired that other survivors could struggle to climb out after falling to the ground, but she passed out directly.

Jack looked at the lifeless Emily, gave a troublesome "tsk", cut her skirt with his hand blade very rudely, tore off a piece of cloth, and bound her back roughly. Gruesome wounds.

Oh, he didn't show any compassion. What he wanted to see was Emily's expression at the moment when she sat on the carnival chair and flew into the sky, instead of bleeding to death silently like now.

He tied Emily to the balloon, and saw that the cloth wrapped around her was oozing dark red blood again, he blinked his eyes twice quickly—er, five claw marks so big, only one piece of cloth was used Hanging around doesn't seem to be enough.

Human beings are really troublesome. If you toss about it casually, you will die.Thinking of this, Jack put her down again resignedly, grabbed the syringe she held tightly even if she fainted, checked the dosage, and injected some into the blood vessels in her arm appropriately.

Seeing the obvious ups and downs of Emily's chest, Jack was in a good mood, humming a little tune, tied Emily to the balloon, and walked towards the nearest carnival chair.

It is said to be the closest, but there is still some distance. If Emily is sober, she might be able to break free once. The bad thing is that Emily is dizzy, and Jack walks without pressure. circle, like dancing.

As he walked, Jack felt that something was wrong again—although Emily was wearing a skirt, but the style was relatively conservative, and the length reached her knees, which was torn by him just now, and the wound on her back was too big , he tore a little too much, at this moment... he could barely cover his ass.

And while he was walking, her body swayed involuntarily, either a leak here or a leak there.A qualified gentleman would not let a lady go naked. Jack had a terrible headache and couldn't help pulling down the skirt a little, but the skirt was one-piece. He just pulled it down and then retracted it. He couldn't keep Pull it?Accidentally used a little more strength...

With a sound of "呲啦", the waist of the dress split open, exposing fair skin.

Uh...how can this be good.

Jack's hand paused in the air for two or three seconds in embarrassment, and finally retracted it as if nothing had happened. He turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, and played a ditty with a guilty conscience—I can't see, I can't see, I can't see... just pretend it didn't happen.

It's such a hassle.Jack thought, how can there be such a troublesome woman, she is troublesome when she is awake, but she didn't expect to be more troublesome when she fainted than when she was awake.

Jack tied Emily to the carnival chair, the texture of the back of the chair hit the wound, and the pain finally woke Emily up.

Looking at Jack who was busy in front of her, Emily unexpectedly found that she was not dazzled or dizzy, she looked down - even the wound was simply bandaged... er, it was her own skirt.

She raised her eyes to look at Jack, and a weird guess emerged in her heart: This guy healed himself before he tied himself to the carnival chair?

Will anyone believe this?

But if it was her teammates who healed her injury, it didn't make sense that the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Jack.

Jack realized that he was at a loss. He spent so much effort to heal Emily's injuries, and walked so far to tie her to a carnival chair, but after she woke up, she saw clearly the situation she was in, and both She didn't panic and call for help, nor did she cry bitterly for mercy, instead she sat upright and looked at him calmly, but she must have resigned to her fate, and her face didn't have the slightest dejection that a resigned person should have.

Jack felt extremely boring. He was wearing a mask, but why didn't Emily also wear a mask?She always has a calm expression, as if she is sure of winning everything. Only when she sees someone flying into the sky, will there be a hint of fanaticism in her eyes.

This guy seems to be very keen to see his teammates go to heaven.

But she has been working very hard...even actively saving her teammates.

It is difficult to judge whether she is good or bad.

Jack wanted to know the answer, but he asked once, and Emily obviously refused to tell him the truth, and he didn't intend to ask her a second time, he just wanted to see her panic and fear.

But she didn't panic at all, she was as relaxed as if she was the owner of the carnival chair.

So what is she so confident about?

That side of Jack couldn't figure out why he was thinking about it, but this side of Emily has already got out of the horns, whoever saved him!And she hoped that Jack saved her more than her teammates saved her. Why?Because it shows that Jack is an idiot!Injured the prey, and healed the prey, so that the prey has the strength to continue to escape, isn't this stupid, what is it?

Jack's stupidity made Emily see hope, she thought: I have to escape anyway, it's too shameful to die in the hands of such a stupid supervisor!

The goal of "leaving this game alive" rekindled in her heart, and she became more determined, as if it wasn't her who had become self-defeating because of a serious injury half an hour ago.

Jack finally saw a change in Emily's expression, but the change didn't make him get what he wanted—she raised her head, a little smile slowly appeared on her pale face, and there seemed to be something in her bottomless eyes. The flames flickered faintly.

Is this the expression a dying person should have?The pupils behind Jack's mask shrank slightly, and he immediately entered a state of alert: Has someone come to save her?Her expression clearly shows that she is sure that she can leave alive.

It was probably because the nerves were too tense, so when a small figure rushed into the range of the red light alert, Jack waved her and hit her without thinking.

A tall figure emerged from the mist, and Jack couldn't help laughing, regretting that he had shot too early.

The person who came quickly untied the mechanism on Emily's body, endured the pain and helped Emily up: "Let's go."

Seeing her face clearly, Emily was a little surprised: "It's you?"

"It's me." Andy smiled weakly, "We ran directly to the escape door, they are already unlocking the last cipher machine."

Emily was silent as she listened to the louder and louder heartbeat.

Andy's walking skills are poor, but she just clung to Emily, which is tantamount to clinging to Jack.

If it was before, Emily would definitely feel that Andy was in the way, and find a high-sounding excuse to distract her, so that she can give full play to herself.But she clearly felt that the wound on her back was open again, and being separated from Andy at this time was just a repeat of her experience before being tied to the carnival chair.

When the warning red light enveloped the two of them again, Emily suddenly turned her head and glanced at Andy. Her eyes were pure black, so deep that one could not see the bottom. She obviously had no emotion, but Andy felt scalp They all exploded.

Immediately afterwards, when the sound of sharp blades piercing the air sounded again, Emily pulled Andy behind her to block the fatal blow with her hands, and then quickened her pace, matching Andy's screams and The shouts were thrown into the distance.

Jack who hit Andy was also stunned. He looked at Emily's fading figure. After a brief moment of stupefaction, his eyes became excited, and a strange smile appeared on his face behind the mask—yes, That's right, that's how Emily should be.

No wonder Emily has always given him a very uncoordinated feeling. She is clearly a person who is extremely selfish, but she wants to pretend to be selfless to satisfy her own evil interests.

And her bad taste, of course, is...

Throwing the crying Andy on the carnival chair, and setting up traps around, Jack quickly chased after Emily in the direction where Emily disappeared.

As expected, Emily was waiting for him at the door of the escape door. The broken skirt would only cover the heels of her legs, and her pair of slender jade legs were as white and delicate as ivory.

Jack swallowed, stopped politely at a safe distance, and watched Emily silently.

Emily smiled instead, no one knew what kind of bloody hobby was hidden under her beautiful smile: "Surprised?"

Jack didn't speak.

"Answer me a question," Emily raised a finger, "and I will give you the real answer."

Jack thought for a moment, thinking that by the "real answer" she meant he had asked her "why is Miss Emily so keen on saving people" long ago before the escape door.

At that time, she didn't tell the truth.

"Okay." He replied briskly.

Emily asked: "You suddenly appeared behind me today, did you learn the teleportation skill from Director Leo?"

The factory manager’s skill is puppet operation: click to place or throw with power, the puppet can sense the survivors around and remind the factory manager; the factory manager can exchange positions with the puppet and accelerate briefly; the puppet can be dismantled by the survivors, and cannot interact with each other during the dismantling Change.

"Miss Emily is always so smart." Jack smiled subtly, "The strength of the survivors is constantly increasing. I think that as supervisors, we also need to learn from each other, so as not to be walked like dogs in the game." Round and round."

Emily pretended not to understand what he meant, and asked as if talking to herself: "But the factory director wants to release the puppet..."

A gentleman would not mind if a lady wanted to exchange the answers to two questions for the answer to one question, Jack chuckled: "So the factory manager's skill is 'Exchange', and our new skill is 'Flash'."

The noise she made to save someone was enough for him to locate her.

After figuring out the reason, Emily's mood lightened, and she smiled at Jack: "Then in exchange, I'll tell you why I'm keen on saving people—"

"Healing the wounded and dying is the bounden duty of a doctor, no, it doesn't exist," Emily smiled and shook her head, her smile was still bright, but her eyes deepened, "I saved them, not to take them away, I just want them to , experience the taste of despair again.”

The last survivor escaped smoothly, and the escape door closed.

Emily's weird smiling face and crisp voice lingered in Jack's mind for a long time.

The author has something to say:

Last night I took turns giving hugs to my co-workers... There was a lady co-worker who laughed me to death. She told me that my Jack doesn’t accept male characters. I bumped into my arms, but I just didn’t hug her. She was so anxious that she was bled to death by me [I was hugging another colleague, a doctor who played very well hahahaha]

The second time, the young lady was playing with the gardener again, and I finally [reluctantly] gave her a hug, but as soon as I put her down, she dismantled the chair in front of me? ? EXM? ? ?In a fit of rage, I tied her up in the little black room, and then carried another colleague [another up-and-coming doctor] to the little black room. I wanted her to save her, but she just watched the little black room The partner fell to the ground, and cheered [cover face] Is it me too dark or she is too dark...

Killing me.

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By the way, my Emily has finally revealed her true nature, I hope everyone will continue to like her, she and Jack will be black and white from now on [? 】The story is meow ha ha ha