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I opened my eyes and found myself standing in the Sacred Heart Hospital.

Another opening of the game, the first floor of the hospital is a good place to start.There must be a cipher machine in the center of the Sacred Heart Hospital. If it is not on this floor, it is upstairs, and the buildings with exits in all directions have brought me a great sense of security.

I found the cipher machine on the second floor as I wished, and walked into the room on the worn-out floor. The big hole in the cement was particularly conspicuous.I deftly bypassed the potholes under my feet and came to the wall to decipher.

I don't know who the supervisor of this game is, I don't want to guess, I just need to wait for the message from my teammates.

Not long after, a scream came from somewhere in the venue. I looked up unhurriedly, only to see a long and thin figure in my field of vision. The only person with this figure in the manor could only be Jack, so I was careless. Thinking about it, the red phantom in the field of vision quickly disappeared.

I have never encountered this Ripper in these few games. The last time I met was in the supervisor's dormitory.The garden full of fiery red roses is said to be managed by him.It seems that this gentleman-like supervisor has always hidden some kind of enthusiasm under the false mask. The fire-like enthusiasm can ignite everything, and it can also drag those who are caught by those golden eyes into hell.

Sometimes I was invited to go for a walk in the garden, and occasionally I met him. I still remember the probing eyes of Slayer from afar.Perhaps with the thinking of regulators, they can't figure out why a powerful and indifferent hunter is with a weak prey, but Joseph gradually made me forget about those gaps.He is considerate and gentlemanly, and gives his fiancée considerable respect.Being together feels good, so closeness becomes natural.We can have many topics, regardless of astronomy and geography, local conditions and customs, all kinds of things from all over the world, sometimes listen quietly, and sometimes express our opinions.He has the rigor of an English gentleman and the romance of a French aristocrat.Sometimes Joseph would chant in his cool and pleasant voice, and his ice-like indifferent eyes would stare at me deeply, which made people feel the peace brought by the clear sky in the past.I can't describe the lingering affection in my heart, but I think no one can not be moved by it.

"Muisc, when soft voices die

Vibrates in the memory

Odours, whensweetvioletssicken (after luscious violets wither)

Livewithinthesensetheyquick"

"...

Andsothythoughts, whenthouart

Loveitselfshallslumberon.

Just like some things, I can never escape.Joseph didn't like this poem, and pressed against my lips: "Eternity is the true meaning of time." Seeing that I still wanted to say something, he bent down and kissed me irresistibly, forcing me to swallow the remaining words ——His tenderness and indulgence always have untestable boundaries. Since the first date, neither of us has mentioned the end of the game.As if on purpose, we both avoided this topic and avoided all disputes—I almost forgot his indifferent appearance at the beginning, his inhuman appearance with a knife across my throat, and those Crying words that make me uneasy.

I recalled his indifferent appearance and comforted myself, maybe... all regulators are like this.After deciphering his cipher machine, the captured person has just been rescued, and he doesn't know if he can escape from the Ripper.Thinking this way, I was about to go downstairs when I met a survivor trying to escape on the second floor at the stairs.

He rushed up covered in blood, startled me, and the next moment, I saw the attack coming right behind him.

Fog blade!

The supervisor who came after the escaped prey knocked down the survivor who was trying to escape to the second floor with a fog blade. The golden pupil under the white mask glanced at me, narrowed his eyes slightly, and flashed a hint of teasing.

I ran without hesitation, listening to the pleasant humming sound behind me.

Didn't come after...

I escaped from the hospital from the other side, and after a while, I heard the desperate screams of my teammates going to heaven.The cipher machine in the hospital has been deciphered, so I can only decipher it carefully in the ruins. After thinking about it, I ran to the cabin towards the ruins next to the statue.

After finding the cipher machine and deciphering it for a while, the prompt showed that there were still three cipher machines, and the cipher machine under me had been deciphered halfway. Not long after, I heard footsteps running towards this side.Along with it, there are gradually rising crisis warnings and the familiar "Four Little Swans".

I looked up in astonishment, just as another teammate was hit by the fog blade, and the screams made my hands tremble in shock, and I accidentally blew up the machine.

Lightning numb, my hands were numb, I painfully let go of the cipher machine, the crisis warning was beating wildly, I saw Jack noticed me, let go of the injured prey, and walked towards me.

The survivor ran away in a blink of an eye. Enduring the numbness, I ran towards the ruins.

Naturally, Jack did not want to chat with me when he caught up. He narrowly avoided the sharp claws, and I heard him say "Hey".

I seized the time to hide behind the wooden plank, and after a stalemate for a while, I felt my arms gradually regain consciousness, and I started to circle around the ruins with Jack.After a few special trainings by Marta and Naib, I felt that I had calmed down a lot under the chase of the regulators, at least not as flustered as before.

Jack's fogblade hadn't regrouped yet, but he still hit me after two planks down.After being injured, my escape speed decreased, and the situation gradually became critical.

The Ripper hummed a song leisurely, followed behind in no hurry, watched me fleeing in embarrassment under his pursuit, and teased the prey with great interest.As if to confirm that he was in a good mood, I caught a glimpse of a delicate rose cane pinned to his back.

I stopped abruptly, dodged the newly condensed fog blade, and hid behind the last board, panting exhausted.

"Improved." A very leisurely comment.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Heh," he laughed, and just stood still in front of the board, the smile in his golden eyes couldn't reach his eyes: "But how long can you run with your current situation~"

I am silent.

"How about coming out by yourself, I don't want to be rough on the beautiful lady."

I deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "If I come out, will you let me go?"

"Of course..." He raised his foot as if he was about to move forward, and I smashed down the plank in an instant, but he actually retreated back as if he had expected it.

"Impossible." After deliberately elongating her voice, Yoyo finished the next half sentence, and we fell into a stalemate again across the wooden board.

"Cunning little girl."

"It's not that I don't believe in Mr. Jack. He was too tired from running, and accidentally knocked down the plank." I smiled standardly, looked at each other, and it was just a psychological game.

The golden eyes under Jack's mask took a deep look at me, and just when I thought he was going to do something, he suddenly said pointedly: "Is it the same with you and Joseph?"

"What?" I froze for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly asked.

"A lot of things have happened in the manor recently." Jack moved his sharp finger blades meaningfully: "Coincidentally, they all seem to be related to you."

"Mr. Jack is also an admired existence in the manor," I sighed, "I thought you could understand me."

"Ha." He laughed mockingly.

"Since the last bet, I have felt a little strange," the supervisor slowly played with the finger blade in his hand: "You don't have to spend so much trouble."

"Is it strange?"

"Of course. Because you're a clever and cunning little girl, Beth Fernley."

"..." I bit my lower lip lightly, stroked the hair around my ears, and lowered my head slightly: "I just want to meet the person I love."

He let out a nonchalant laugh.

"A love story for a little girl."

He said emotionally, with a hint of mockery in his tone, his golden eyes stared at me coldly, with an interest in exploring: "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

The author has something to say: Jack: Killer, what emotion :) Dare to sprinkle dog food in front of me, burn~