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Joseph, a name that sounds very "English".

Unlike the highly repetitive names like John and Jack, this name reminds people of the sky on the ancient bell wall of St. Paul's Cathedral.

When I was in London, I often saw the cross on the roof of the church pointing to the clouds, and all the people who came to the church, no matter how high or low, looked respectful.The noble ladies were helped down from the carriages, and the white pigeons scattered in the square were startled, and they jumped into the sky with a light flap of their wings.

In the solemn scenery, there is a kind of tranquility that is out of the world and higher than the world. When the sky breaks through the clouds, it gives people a thrilling beauty.

However, unlike the sky in England, the sky in Odiris Manor is always gray and lifeless, which makes people return from memory to cold reality at a glance.

I am running for my life.

If I want to be more specific, it should be that I am in a large area of ​​ruins, at a loss, panicking and running for my life.

My heart was beating like a drum, reminding me of the approaching danger. The clown's eerie laughter echoed in the air. Along with the howling of the wind, I seemed to hear the sound of my bones shattering in the next second.

In desperation, I lowered my body and was lucky to escape the dangerous and dangerous blow. The huge bazooka hit the wall hard, and the stone chips splashed across the skin, which was painful.Taking advantage of the movement of the clown to stand firm and retract his strength, I took the opportunity to climb out of the window.

The prey ran away before my eyes, but the clown didn't seem to be in a hurry. When I turned around, he was still standing in front of the window, with a stiff and distorted face, and a bloodthirsty and cruel smile in those cold eyes.

I could read the bad meaning from the crazy eyes, obviously I had distanced myself, but I felt chill all over my body again, for this reason, I couldn't help but regret again, why did I pick up that broken badge.

A coat of arms is a symbol of status for a person.For the aristocratic class who value blood, it is a proof of their noble status.It's a pity that this place only talks about life and death, and the rules of the game go beyond the secular system in the Odiris Manor. The upper class and the lower class are mixed together, so it is meaningless to talk about bloodlines.

——Unless you can leave the manor.

I have been in this manor for nearly three months, and I have never heard of anyone who really escaped.

Odiris Manor may be a cursed place—it is unclear who said this sentence first, everyone tacitly understands it, everyone is attracted by the desire in their hearts, every Everyone is stuck here.

Then different repetitions of chasing and fleeing, survival and death.

In charge of playing the role of cat catching mice and squeezing the living space of survivors, there are monsters collectively called "supervisors". Each of them is like a clown hanging behind me, trying to drive me to death Same, with power beyond common sense.Survivors can't fight against it, so they can only run away, or follow the rules and decipher five cipher machines to open the door and escape from this dangerous place.And if caught by the regulators and hung on the carnival chair, they will be "eliminated".

Sounds like a game, right? It's ridiculous that this is indeed a game, a game that may kill you if you are not careful.

And the regulator is the existence that brings fear to the players.

I seized every moment to escape, constantly thinking about the route in my mind.I know the clown will catch up soon, and I... don't have much confidence that I can last long enough to escape here.

Most of the regulators are tall or have strange shapes, which makes it take a while for them to climb over the windows when they are chasing survivors.Survivors with flexible bodies can use this to create distance.

I was thankful for this, and opened the window again before being chased by the clown again, and then quickly ran around the corner out of the supervisor's sight.

Fortunately, this time I finally managed to get rid of it.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, my frantic heartbeat slowly returned to normal, and I couldn't help exhaling.

Safe for now.

The clown is not only tall and strong, but also has a disabled leg.Even so, he was not slow at all when he sprinted, and no one could escape at his inhuman speed.But if you want to open the window, you can't be so fast.

If it is that person, that guy, it may not be so.

When I think of that man, I can't help but think of my own lost badge.In any case, as long as I have any hope of escaping from the manor, the badge must be recovered, but the thought of recovering the badge gives me a headache.

The drop badge was in the last game.

Because I heard that it is a new supervisor, the survivors who are not familiar with his power are extremely panicked, and so am I.So when I realized that the danger was getting closer, I hurriedly dropped the half-deciphered cipher machine in the center of the red carpet of the church, trying to escape through the door on the other side.

But the sound of footsteps approached very quickly——I clearly remember that it was the sound of the soles of boots touching the marble bricks on the church floor, and it was very regular.It was too late to change the location, so I had to go around to the other side, trying to avoid the crisis of being directly caught up by taking advantage of the low windows on the other wall of the church and the common phenomenon that the supervisors are inconvenient to open the windows.

It's a pity that I ran slower than I thought. I was hit hard when I was about to run to the window.

To tell you the truth, it was very painful, and I staggered a bit from the blow, but unexpectedly, it was different from the force that some regulators can hit to paralyze people with one blow.

Due to the rules of the game, although the supervisor has the power to easily kill the survivors, he cannot kill the survivors directly, but to give the survivors a little space to struggle so that people will not be desperate, so every time the supervisor hits Hit, there must be a pause for a few seconds.

So I rushed to the window and rolled over enduring the dull pain in my back.

The crisp sound of "ding" resounded in the quiet and almost dead air except for my heavy breathing.

My steps subconsciously paused.

The supervisor's weapon—probably something sharp, probably scratched somewhere when it hit me, so the badge fell out when I turned the window, which I didn't expect at all.

And it fell right out the window.

I don't know what I was thinking at that time, I stood stiffly inside the window, looking at the badge, I forgot to run away for a while.Probably because I was too nervous and my head was dull, I watched a boot step on the ground next to the badge, and the new supervisor looked at me quietly with emotionless eyes through the low wall under the window .

As I said earlier, regulators are mostly grotesque, but there are exceptions.The person in front of him—or inhuman, was unexpectedly beautiful.Cotton-white curly hair is tied back smoothly, skin is as white as the most exquisite porcelain, and a pair of jewel-like blue eyes purely remind me of the sky over London Cathedral when the weather is sunny.

...and then I was hung up on the carnival chair.

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