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I sat in a small pavilion in the garden and waited for someone.

This manor house inhabited by supervisors looks the same as the manor where the survivors live, even the missing part accidentally found in the corner, if not for the different tenants living in it, I would have thought that I had come to the same place.

As soon as we entered the door, we met another supervisor. A burly man with his face wrapped in bandages came down from the stairs. His cold eyes passed Jack and looked at me, like a machine stained with blood, which made people uncontrollably nervous.

"Leo, don't scare my guests." The Fog Killer greeted him familiarly, but the supervisor did not respond.

But he quickly left in silence.

With this sudden experience, I have no way to refuse Jack's invitation-at least he looks more polite on the surface, although in fact he is as dangerous as those people.

I knew very well that Jack's patience with me was limited to his curiosity about new things.The relationship between the hunter and the survivor is always the relationship between the hunter and the prey. No matter how gentlemanly he behaves, I will never forget the scene where he pierced the afterimage of Marta mercilessly.

Like a jackal putting on a suit and picking up a staff of civilization, etiquette and demeanor are just toys, and blood and violence are deeply ingrained.

My sensible attitude obviously pleased the Ripper.

"You are the second survivor to come here." He said.

I was very surprised by this statement: "Who is the first person?"

But he just smiled and didn't answer me.

I can't think of anyone who has the guts... If I hadn't had a reason to come... I would never muster up the courage to take the risk and come to this base camp full of regulators.Survivors entering the supervisor's territory are like lambs walking into the wolf's lair.I thought I was bold enough, but I didn't expect someone to be one step ahead of me.

Regulators will not have good intentions for survivors--I think this sentence that is circulated among survivors is very objective.

Jack invited me to sit with him for a while—Slayer of Twist has fulfilled his promise by bringing me here, and he is not in a hurry to ask what happened, because my safety here is not guaranteed, so he doesn't have to worry at all Prey run away.

And although I know that this time I am really adventurous and impulsive, but I have no other choice.

Carefully selected among the regulators in the last few games, with the help of the striker and Marta, I was finally able to come here, and only then did I have such an adventurous opportunity.

I will never give up.

The garden is full of roses.

When I looked around, all I could see was a piece of warm red, almost turning into a sea of ​​flowers.Every plant is trimmed very well, the sky is getting late, and the flower buds are blooming in the setting sun.

The air is filled with the pleasant smell of flowers, and there are several paths for people to walk out of the endless sea of ​​flowers. Unlike the manor where the survivors live, this place has obviously been carefully cared for and maintained.

The small pavilion I stayed in was also very emotionally arranged-there were floating flowers carved on the stone pillars, and thin flower vines wrapped around them.The stone table was covered with silk, and there were two chairs inlaid with gold.

But I had no intention of admiring the scenery. I casually grasped the Bible in my hand, stroked the cross on the shell with my fingers inadvertently, and felt a little anxious.

I don't know how to find that person.

Joseph.

The supervisor who ignored the rules of the game and let me go several times in succession kept me elusive.It left me with a bunch of questions, which made me feel uneasy.

I wanted to see him and was afraid to see him.

Those blue eyes always remind me of the sky in London when it’s sunny—I often look up at the beautiful scenery in the crowd, but when he only looks at me, it gives me a sense of nowhere to escape.

It seems that everything is exposed in those eyes, so that all darkness cannot be hidden.

But my mother is protecting me, and Satan is watching me.

Once a person has the courage, the things he can do are naturally bolder than most people imagine.Despite Jack's warning, I stroked the pendant in the collar with my fingers again, calmed down a little, then stood up and decided to leave here.

It's not wise to run around in the Overseer's territory alone, but this is my best chance to find someone.Under my own wish, no matter what Jack would think when he came back and saw that I was not there, no matter what he would encounter next, and no matter what price he would pay, the rings one after another would eventually lead me to achieve Purpose.

I have always believed in all this.

Walking out of the garden carefully, I carefully observed the wind and grass around me.Not far away, the door that Jack brought me was still open—it was obviously easier to meet other supervisors in the house, and everything that followed must be extremely careful. Thinking like this, I walked in lightly.

There was no one in the passage in front of me, but I didn't go out rashly, but poked around the corner. The internal structure of Odiris Manor was firmly in my mind. The two manors were exactly the same, and I fully remembered them. A route to hide.

But it seems a little too quiet here... It may be that the number of supervisors is too few compared with survivors, and there seems to be no one in the corridor.

Just when I felt a little relieved, a piece of red clothes seemed to pass by before my eyes... I quickly shrank back, my heart beat faster, and at the same time I matched it with the supervisors I knew in my mind——

Miss Red Butterfly Michiko.

A ghost-like supervisor, both glamorous and terrifying, few survivors can escape from her hands.

I became nervous, and there was no movement in the corridor. If I hadn't caught a glimpse of the corner of the clothes, I must have thought that there was no one in the corridor, and I might have walked out unsuspectingly at this time.I couldn't tell where the overseer had gone, but I hope she wasn't coming for me.

It is obviously unwise to run back at this time, and any small movement in front of the supervisor may be discovered.

I held my breath and waited for a long time without daring to move, but there was still no movement, so I couldn't help but peek over there again.

nobody.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.It seemed that Ms. Michiko was just passing by, so I walked out carefully. There was no room in the lobby on the first floor, so I had to go upstairs to find someone.

But it would be bad if I ran into other supervisors on the stairs, and besides, I don't know where that person is, so it's impossible to find him room by room.

Jack left too quickly for me to ask about the whereabouts of the photographer.But it doesn't matter, since I'm here, I naturally have some calculations in my heart.

I walked to the hall on the first floor. Since the two manors are exactly the same, is there also a hall of illusion here?

In the storage room behind the lobby on the first floor, is it possible to see the nightingale trapped in a birdcage?

...It is possible in all likelihood, although there is no basis, but I have an intuition, so I decided to go and have a look.

Thankfully, no other regulators were encountered along the way.I came to the entrance of the hall and looked around again, just in time to see two figures, one black and one white, disappearing into the depths of the corridor.

Unfortunately, that direction is the way to the room where the Hall of Illusions is located.

What to do now?

I couldn't help biting my lower lip. It's definitely not possible to return to the garden at this time, and wandering in the corridor is also very dangerous, but the only way out is the supervisor...

I seemed to hear a slight noise in my ears, and I hurriedly turned my head. There was no one behind me, but there was nothing wrong with it. The sound came from behind the corner, getting closer and closer.

I panicked immediately, left the spot quickly, ran to the other side to open the door and hide in——I remember this is the reception waiting room, and usually no one would come here.I leaned my ear against the door and listened, only to hear the strange voice getting closer and further away.

It's really strange, that kind of sound like many things hitting the wooden floor at the same time, and the sound is uniform... as if there is a large thing crawling from the outside.

It's safe here.I looked around, and there were sofas and coffee tables in the waiting room. As I expected, there was no sign of anyone coming for a long time.There are several pictures on the wall, and there is a window opposite.I went to the window and looked carefully, and found that I could see part of the front yard.

I have to quickly determine the next course of action... Clutching the book in my hand uneasily, looking around, I suddenly saw a familiar figure outside the window.

Satan.

The man was dressed in calm blue, with white hair tied behind his head, and the hem of his gold-rimmed clothes fluttered as he walked, every step seemed to be measured.

Elegant and calm, but also cold and alienated, like a person walking out of an oil painting, as if he is not in the same world as the world, exquisite and dusty, forgetting the world when he sees it.

My heart skipped a beat, and I unconsciously tightened my grip on the Bible. I ran to the door without hesitation, and rushed out when I saw no one outside.

It was very easy to go to the front yard. I was afraid that I would miss the figure if I slowed down. I ran across the corridor and finally caught up.

"Mr. Joseph!"

...he stopped.

At this moment, my heart finally let go.