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Under the never-setting sunset of Moon River Park, the breeze swept away the echoes of words, and the subtle flowing sound of the inland river not far away fell peacefully in a peaceful environment.The photographer and his retro camera, the various facilities around, and the shadows under the feet of all creatures are stretched very long.

Joseph's exquisite face was half hidden in the shadows, his face was like a statue carved by the hand of God, without the slightest flaw.

The long eyelashes are like an archangel withdrew its wings, looking at the world without sadness or joy, and there is not a speck of dust in the blue pupils.

... Those beautiful eyes were looking at me, with emotions I couldn't understand--I thought he couldn't laugh, just as he always felt like that cold porcelain statue that couldn't be played with, his The voice was inherently cold, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The ice shattered, and the icy breath seemed to become more vivid, which made me finally see a noble young man standing in front of me instead of the white statue on St. The arc disappeared quickly, and I came back to my senses and found that he was still looking at me quietly, letting the time blow by the breeze, waiting for my choice.

I seem to hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

It's an illusion... The crisis warning that the supervisor brings to the survivors is the same as the heartbeat that contracts and beats when a person is nervous.

I bent my eyes and was about to speak when a voice came in unexpectedly:

"Run! Why are you standing there stupidly?"

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and a figure ejected from nowhere, and by the time I realized it, I was already on the way to be dragged away.

Mr. Mercenary reprimanded me while running: "Are you in a daze at this moment? Are you dying?"

Only then did I know that when Mr. Mercenary was about to restrain the supervisor—commonly known as the "walking ghost", he happened to see the photographer pointing the camera lens at me. Seeing me standing there motionless, he thought I was frightened.

I couldn't help but defend myself: "No, I..." Then he gave me a cold look.

"...I really don't know what you women are thinking! Beth Fenli, don't be fooled by the regulators!"

He didn't need me to explain, he could tell at a glance that I didn't look like I was being chased before, so he muttered impatiently.Then he pulled my wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that my head hadn't come to his senses, and forced me to run forward.

I had to follow quietly.

"Escaping is the serious business. Don't think about what will happen all day long. You don't need me to tell you what will happen if you are eliminated."

He took me to a cipher machine, where a person happened to be deciphering the cipher machine.It’s just that the clothes on his body are a bit strange, it’s actually a maid’s dress with black background and white lace. When he noticed our arrival, he raised his head, and I saw the thick powder on his face, which was as white as a whitewashed wall, and two big Circle blush.

I barely recognized who this person was from under the thick powder: "Mr. Lucky, are you...?"

He dodged his eyes for a while, looking very embarrassed, but Naibu answered my question for him: "This guy lost a bet with someone a few days ago, tsk."

The corners of Mr. Mercenary’s eyes were twitching, and he looked away: “…Then I’ll go first, take care of her.” Then he warned me: “Decipher it well.” Then he left, he never liked repairing machines, probably It is to go to the supervisor.

For a few uneasy teammates, Mr. Mercenary can be said to have broken his heart.

I will decipher together with Lucky.Lucky is very kind, but although he has a good temper, he has no other skills other than illusory luck. As a result, he is also a marginal role in the manor. He is usually very low-key and has no sense of presence. What is his name, just collectively referred to as "lucky".And he responded with a smile every time.

As a survivor without props in the manor, I can only decipher the cipher machine at a considerable speed, compared with the lucky one, and my physique is poor.How difficult it is to survive, only I know in my heart.

When I was deciphering, my eyes accidentally glanced at a flare gun pinned to Lucky’s waist—no wonder Nebu brought me here.Luck is something that no one can say for sure. Although lucky people may not have had much better luck than us in the past, they have been really lucky recently. It is worthy of the name and they can always find some good things from the item box.

...But this game is dominated by photographers. Compared with the games of other supervisors, I am actually extremely safe-even though I have been released three times, I don't feel any danger from Joseph. It seems...he still doesn't intend to eliminate me in this game, maybe it's my delusion?I am not sure.

I glanced at the flare gun casually and looked away. At this time, I was notified that a teammate had fallen.

Because of the delay ahead, two cipher machines had already been deciphered at this time, but when Joseph planned to take a photo of me, he was still in a hurry.Unlike other hunters, he doesn't need to chase all at once, just hunt slowly at his own pace.

Although the mystery of his ability is gradually being solved by survivors, there is no need to worry too much.

"It shouldn't be Nebu... as long as it's not wow!" Lucky looked hesitantly at the carnival chair prompt in the distance, looked down at the flare gun at his waist, and didn't notice a calibration bar coming from the cipher machine. Jump out, bomber!

The electric light from the cipher machine startled us, and the glaring current hit the lucky man's arm. I subconsciously let go of my hand to avoid being affected, but unexpectedly another calibration strip came out from under my hand!

After bombing machines one after another, I was shocked and exclaimed. The progress bar of my cipher machine backed up a bit because of two calibration failures.

The arm was numb from the electricity, the supervisor in the distance should have received the signal, and should run away quickly at this time.But the cipher machine was about to be deciphered. Since there were two of us, we quickly deciphered the cipher machine, and then ran to the other side as soon as possible.

At this time, the teammate sitting on the chair has not been rescued, and we saw another person in this game at the platform of the roller coaster station-perfumer Vera Nair.

Lucky and I looked at each other helplessly. It seems that Mr. Mercenary was really arrested.

If someone else was caught, Mr. Mercenary could still go to rescue him, but if he was caught, there was nothing he could do.Lucky looked at Vera and me, held a flare gun and decided to take on the task of saving lives: "I'll save Naibu, I'll leave it to you guys to decipher it!"

I watched Lucky run away and deciphered it with the perfumer.It should be due to long-term exposure to various spices, I can smell a good smell around Vera.I thanked her for saving me at the risk of being caught by a spider in the last game, but she looked at me blankly:

"Last game?"

She smiled at me apologetically: "Sorry, I don't remember."

"My memory is not very good... I often forget some things, please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter if you forget, I have to thank you anyway." I smiled at her, curious: "But what should I do if I want to make spices?"

Wei stretched her hand, pinned some broken hair behind her ears, and said bluntly: "My memory is not bad at first, it is because of a kind of fragrance that it became like this, you should have heard of it, a lost formula The fragrance of forgetting worries..."

I did.

The perfumer's background is not low. It can be seen that he has experienced higher education and upper-level training. Speaking of social status, he is higher than lawyers and doctors who are also upper-class people.So in terms of speaking, she and I have the most common language, but her memory is not very good, and she often makes spices in the house, and she is basically not very close to anyone.

Ladies love all kinds of perfumes. There is no noble lady who does not know how to taste fragrances. Various precious perfumes and spices are passed on from word to mouth, and some are lost, leaving only legends and names.

"It is said that the fragrance of Wangyou can relieve all sorrows and immerse people in incomparably wonderful enjoyment." Vera said yearningly: "I searched a lot of information and spent a lot of energy, trying to restore the formula as much as possible. , even if it makes my memory fade - it's my dream!"

After finishing speaking, he blew up a machine in a turbulent mood.

Silently, I watched the progress bar go back a long way, and couldn't help but wonder if today is a special day, why the cipher machine in front of me always fails to calibrate one after another.

Vera was shocked for a moment, and returned her attention to the cipher machine: "I am... where did I go in deciphering, Beth Fenli, do you still remember?"

I sighed, fortunately, even if I was chatting or even thinking wildly while deciphering, my memory would not be wrong.Otherwise, let Vera decipher it alone, and the progress bar of the cipher machine will return after the mirror image ends, and I don't know when it will be deciphered.

Pointing out the next key sequence, the deciphering restarted, the perfumer breathed a sigh of relief: "Great... I have been worrying about the deciphering of the cipher machine, worrying about my memory... What were we talking about just now? Wangyou The fragrance of Wangyou, ah, it would be great if I could make the fragrance of Wangyou."

Well, barely enough.

When I was worrying about the deciphering progress of the cipher machine, there was a gunshot in the distance, and then the red carnival chair prompt disappeared.

Neb was rescued... Lucky shot?

I stared blankly at the direction where the prompt disappeared, and Vera said in surprise, "Huh? Was someone caught just now?"

She couldn't remember again.

I was about to explain to her what happened just now, when I heard another scream...it was the lucky one!And Naibu just sat on the carnival chair for too long, and was rescued with injuries on his body, so there was no way to save people!

I immediately judged this, my heart sank, and the perfumer next to me took out a perfume bottle: "I'm going to save people!"

"..."

I looked at her, then at myself, and began to despair.

The author has something to say: Beth Fenley: Come on...can you come back after you go?