Am I this skinny in another world?

The fog did not disappear, but became thicker.

Ever since the Survivor (?) Jack sat on the chair that the regulator was preparing for the game, the imprint of Muse suddenly shattered.After a weary soft sound, everyone came to the hall of the manor.

Such a sudden scene change is not the first time, but the situation where all the staff are in a mixed station is really challenging. The feeling of being in front of the crunchy shark, the muzzle of the air force, the colorful flashlight, or the macho rocket is incredible. Many people overreacted and almost Hang on a chandelier.

The adventurer decisively opened the book and made it smaller, but was grabbed by Hongdie.

"Quiet."

Still sitting on the familiar supervisor's seat, the young Jack put his hands on his lap like a pyramid, with a serious expression on his face, pretending to be profound.

He was officially recognized as a survivor at first, but he can trigger a strange buff state that seems to be a knife cut, and the alert tinnitus was actually secretly brought out by him to find someone to use.He can hit people with wooden boards or destroy them. In the end, he, who originally lived on the side of the survivors, successfully returned to the supervisor's territory and took control.

Is he a survivor or a regulator, a prey or a hunter?Should he chase the murderer or escape, help the survivors escape or choke them by the throat?To point out the regulators to certain people and beat them to be called fathers, or for the two brothers to catch people side by side?

Boundaries are set unclear, and rules become unreliable.

This kind of chaotic rules is better than no rules, but the game cannot be played without the rules.

Games that aren't playable are garbage.

Before everything went haywire, the hypocritical gentleman dressed as a teenager forced the manor owner to make a break.

It's just a black sesame glutinous rice ball.

In just a few words, Jack had just finished explaining, and then he was caught by the belated manor owner.

There are flaws in the game that is running in the dark. For the loopholes that are not big or small, the owner of the manor, who is only a bystander, has failed to cover up the success, so he has to stop the game—otherwise it will be used by those who are interested in it and become someone else's plaything .

"Have you figured it out yet?" asked the manor owner who had returned to the main seat.Although TA's tone was flat, everyone present seemed to hear a trace of anger and dissatisfaction.

Indeed it is.

A well-planned chess game, black and white battles, capture each other, encircle and suppress... In this way, the real gentleman is to watch the chess without saying a word-but Jack is an authentic British gentleman, he used to be.

It can be said that it was a mistake, and the owner of the manor who lost everything was simply blown away.Just because there is an extra mixed-color Go piece on the chess board.

Taking advantage of the loopholes seen by outsiders, all the people involved in the game decided to leave and return to the bleak reality—maybe something has changed, and there are many things that can no longer be redeemed.

Some people don't care, some people really want to leave, some people can't accept being fooled, some people want to change places to realize their dreams... It's much better than spending your life here.

Some people want to live, but some people want to live well.

"Well, many things can still be done by others, it's just a matter of time." The manor owner said something that no one could understand, and disappeared in the thick darkness in the blink of an eye.

[The door has been opened, players leave by themselves]

"Really, really?"

"So simple? Can we really leave this ghost place?"

"Don't worry anymore, don't you need to continue the scary game?"

"It's true, ladies." The boy Jack still looked like a gentleman pretending to be mature, "Then goodbye, everyone."

He smiled quietly watching the carnival of the crowd.

Young Jack does not belong to this world, so he cannot return to the reality that does not belong to him.He will always be with the fog here, until one day the miracle reappears and travels back.

That's the real "return".

Not knowing whether he should be a survivor or a supervisor, Jack stood at the gate of the manor and watched them leave one by one, first Michiko, then Leo and Emma, ​​as well as Bann, Freddie, Lucky... He seemed to be Back when he was a supervisor, he could only stop and look at the back of the escaped survivor.

He did nothing.

And finally Jack the Overseer.

"Jack, we are the same person after all." The boy frowned and said with a smile, "Good luck, don't be caught by Scotland Yard."

The supervisor, Jack, pressed the brim of his hat, watched his other self accurately stay inside the manor, and responded in a low voice: "Ah, goodbye."

As if nothing happened.

"No goodbye."

"some."

"No."

"I said yes, so there is."

The time has come, and the young Jack whose body began to atomize a little bit was laughed at by "myself" self-willedness, and didn't want to talk too much to this (superficially mature and psychologically) young Jack: "Let's go, look again and there will be nothing left."

If he can't make a "good" impression in other people's impressions, even if the object is himself in another world, he will have a small temper, touch the shame in his heart, and then let the other person bleed to death—he has a little The murderous eyes seemed to say so.

"If you don't leave, maybe the owner of the manor will keep you here." After deliberately threatening, the survivor Jack paused, and then pretended to be nonchalant, "Why don't you give me your claws as a souvenir?"

"..." After a moment of silence, the man untied the claws that had been accompanying him. □□The deep and shallow scars on his left hand made the young man feel a little sore, it was a mark that he also had.

"Then goodbye~"

Jack turned around and left. The last impression in his memory was the boy happily holding his long-lost paw in his arms.

He didn't look up, and he didn't look back.

Stormy Villa, grass, deep swamp, full moon, ruins, old factories, red churches, hospitals, lakes in the outskirts, ghost ships... The manor shrouded in mist finally faded out of people's vision, only in the hearts of very few people Leaves drip marks.

END

The author has something to say: Since the writing time of this article was after Miss Hongdie appeared on the stage, the perfumer, the soul of the umbrella, the master in yellow, etc. were not considered, and it did not fully conform to the plot of A Guan.

Changed the content that was hastily set up because of the exam at that time, and the next few chapters are extras.

This article was born out of my own resentment for being knocked into a fool by Jack in the game, and it is also to fulfill the dream of a full escape.The overall writing is not smooth, and it is common to stay up late on weekdays to update the text, which is very harmful to the body.

Thank you for seeing here.