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The most touching love in the world, filled with sweet words, goes through tenderness until life and death.

Compared with the long stream of water, it becomes deeper with time; or thrilling, or vows of eternal love, or love of life and death, it is easier to unforgettable, and it is unforgettable for people to swear to death.

"Beth Fernley."

The mysterious man sat upright in the darkness, crossing his hands on the table: "Ever since you walked into the manor, I guessed that you would come here sooner or later."

The intersection in the mist, the last road with an unknown direction, can only come here when the survivors start the final game, and meet the manor owner who has never seen the real face.

Once you apply for the last game, it means that the survivor is only one step away from success.

"I heard that whoever wins the game will be rewarded."

"So, what do you want?"

"I want to know the whereabouts of... a person."

...I once told Neb and Martha that the reason I wanted to go out was to find someone.

This is a rare truth.

Not for money, fame and fortune, not for free life, just a simple answer.No one would have guessed that I wasted so much energy and gave up so much just for such a ridiculous reason.

I will do whatever it takes to do this.

"You are not a simple girl... I am looking forward to your final performance."

The rules of the last game are different from usual.

Survivors who participate in the last game can choose to form a team. After submitting the application, they can skip the usual games and directly participate in the last game.And if they get lost in this game, the survivors can choose to return to the manor and start over with zero points, or they can choose to die to achieve eternal liberation.

Everything is under the watchful eye of Satan, and I am finally approaching the ending slowly, just waiting for the final reveal.

After returning to the manor with the others, each received the promise from the manor owner, Marta and Neb both walked to their rooms thoughtfully.Because of the rumors about me and the regulators circulating in the manor, our application for the final game has not been announced. The other survivors did not know the news, and they only looked at us in surprise when they saw us coming back together.

The magician passed by me and stopped:

"I heard from Nebu that you proposed to invite me."

His eyes were a bit complicated: "I thought you would choose William."

I was silent for a while, and slowly smiled: "You are joking, sir."

The magician smiled, noncommittal: "If it's that guy, you would have three protectors."

"... Mr. William is not suitable."

I said slowly, looking up at him: "Would you mind walking with me, sir?"

A deserted garden is a nice place to be without people.

[Freedom or love, it's interesting, isn't it?The love that blooms in this manor that many survivors call a cursed land, prey and hunter, Romeo and Juliet, is quite romantic, isn't it? 】

"Marta and Neb are not very good at deciphering, and once I am discovered, I will basically be unable to decipher the cipher machine, so we need another survivor who can decipher." I said slowly: "Mr. Roy, you, Whether it is deciphering or escaping ability, it is superior among survivors."

[This is a difficult choice. It seems that you have already made a decision... It's a pity that there is always one side that is abandoned. 】

"More importantly, Mr. Roy's points are already enough, right?"

Servy Roy has been waiting for such an opportunity for a long time.

"Aren't you the same? I don't think other people have thought that your winning rate is much higher than everyone guessed." The magician smiled indifferently: "However, it is the last game after all, no matter how cautious you are, It's all right, I don't want to cooperate with those idiots... Every teammate should be carefully selected."

[It's really indifferent... I thought you would be tempted, but when a woman becomes ruthless, she can always make a break easily, including love. 】

"There is another reason why I recommended you to Marta and Naib."

"what?"

"...I want you to help me."

I stopped and said, "You're sensible enough, Servi. If... I get caught in the game..." After a slight pause, I looked back at him, and my voice became ethereal: "Please help me stop Marta. "

【You have no chance to repent. 】

The magician froze, as expected.

"Beth Fernley, you..."

I was silent for a moment, then smiled softly, and changed my words: "Of course, I mean, what if."

"Maybe nothing will happen?"

"I'm just planning for the worst - it's always good to plan for a rainy day, right?"

I said slowly, looking ahead calmly, my eyes calm.

But in my heart, I recalled the manor owner's pretended regret:

【Ah, what a pity. 】

He hurt me on purpose, wanting to see me act funny, this vile guy——deliberately put several people with grievances together, deliberately arranged special scenes, and even deliberately told me Joseph's identity , I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

I'm not interested in getting him what he wants.

But he succeeded.

After the magician left, I sat alone in the garden for a long time.

The long-term hard work is about to produce results, but the mood is far more complicated than I imagined.I'm not as excited and ecstatic as the others, and I can't wait to see the light of day again.Everything in the outside world does not belong to me, even if I get it, I will lose it soon. I have long been used to it, and I have long been tired of it.But the obsession has been planted a long time ago, bit by bit, it has gathered into sand.I convinced myself to wait, but patience always runs out.

Every tossing and restless night, I often think that maybe my mother is like this, she can't bear it anymore, and finally abandons me and walks into the flames of death calmly.

I don't blame her, she just misses her father too much, and I am too eager for an answer.

"...Miss Beth Fernley?"

When I came back to my senses, I saw the philanthropist running over.

"Please, please stay away from the flower bed. The flowers and plants here have not been treated for a long time, and a lot of poisonous weeds have grown. For example, it will be bad if it hurts you..."

I froze for a moment, glanced at the messy vegetation in the flower bed, and took a few steps back: "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Pearson."

"No, you're welcome, Miss Beth Fenley is the one who helped Kreacher, and Kreacher can't watch you touch these poisonous weeds!" The philanthropist said, suddenly seemed to see something, and pointed loudly at a small clump of plants : "It's these belladonnas! These abominable things made Kreacher embarrassing in front of Miss Woods! They should have been cleared away by Miss Woods long ago, why are there... these fish that escaped the net should be burned..."

He looked very disgusted with these plants, wishing they could burn them all down. He must have suffered a lot from them.The small garden has been taken care of by the gardener lady, and these plants have not been removed. Pearson was very puzzled, and at the same time quickly made a decision: "Please wait a moment, Miss Beth Fenley, Kreacher will find a glove and put it on. Pull them out!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Pearson, let Emma come here." I looked at the messy weeds growing in the flower bed: "You are not good at taking care of the weeds, and there is no guarantee that they will not regenerate after you pull them out. Why don't you ask Let me ask Miss Gardener's opinion... I think Emma should know about belladonna, maybe she didn't get rid of them all out of other considerations?"

"No, other considerations?"

"Please don't get me wrong, I mean, belladonna is also a kind of herbal medicine." I smiled and said slowly: "Belladonna can calm, anesthetize, and relieve pain, and it's not just harmful."

"So, so it is..." the philanthropist murmured, "No wonder Miss Woods didn't get rid of them all..."

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly became lost: "Miss Woods is kind, she has always been so kind, Kreacher can't misunderstand Miss Woods..."

Almost all survivors knew that philanthropists liked gardeners, but it was a pity that no one in the entire manor was optimistic about Pearson.Emma is the well-known "sweetheart girl" in the manor, innocent and lovely, and the philanthropist is not only a round older than her, but many people look down on him.As far as I know, Emma has no love for the philanthropist.

I sighed.

There is room for many things in the world, but the heartbeat cannot be controlled. People can calculate love, but love cannot be calculated.

"Kreacher came here to look for Miss Woods, since Miss Woods is not here, Kreacher is going to look for her..." the philanthropist said dejectedly with his head down.

"Goodbye then, sir."

Getting what you want is the most painful, and the more persistent you are, the more tormented you will be.Looking at the lost figure of the philanthropist, I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at the forever gray sky of Odiris Manor. Subconsciously, I thought of that man's blue eyes... I don't know what he is doing?Is it game over for today?As soon as these thoughts came up, I stifled them.

I subconsciously let myself not think about him.

Caressing the necklace under the collar, I feel a little depressed... I hate what the manor said, even if I can't say what he said was wrong.

Feelings are the double arrows of two people... Everyone thinks that Joseph and I are in love, but I am still at a loss.

Many images flashed through my mind, Joseph's indifferent eyes, gentle embrace, weird oil painting, eager kiss...

In the depths of the dim corridor, the Ripper took a meaningful look at my hand held tightly by Joseph, and silently said a few words to me:

"alright, you win."

...I will not lose.

The author has something to say: The countdown to the announcement of the second floor——[-].