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I walked aimlessly in the square.

People come and go, and there is a lot of traffic.The bard played and sang in front of the fountain, and the flower girl passed by with a flower basket, threw a flower into the small pot in front of him, and smiled playfully.

A few children laughed and ran away from the side of the road, startling a crowd of carefree white pigeons.

Someone laughed and cursed a few words.

St. Paul's Cathedral is tall and majestic, no matter who passes by here, it slows down.

Several carriages stopped at the door, with different family crests engraved on the carriages, to pick up and drop off their nobles.

I walked in along everything I was familiar with. The priests were praying under the icon, holding thick Bibles in their hands and wearing crosses around their necks.

The white and tall goddess smiles in the light and shadow cast by the colored skylight, like an unreachable dream.

Looking up at the dome, the exquisite paintings tell the story of the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus——

"My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?"

The blood on the cross.

"The blood of the righteous is shed, I am not guilty, you bear it."

Criminals are pardoned and the Creator is executed.

"Saving the souls of the world is too high, no one can do it."

He turned around suddenly and saw no one.

The sky turned dark, and the residual red was stained with blood... The singing of the hymn became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into a hysterical scream.

The beautiful sky disappeared, and everyone went crazy, running and trampling in the flames and thick black smoke. I couldn't stand still, was surrounded by people, and squeezed to the exit in chaos.

"Click."

Amidst the sudden high-pitched screams, the huge cross on the roof suddenly fell down——

I sat up startled.

The clock ticked softly in the dark.

I squeezed the corner of the quilt, listening to the rustling of the curtains, the cold wind poured into the room, and the coolness seeped in bit by bit.

Get out of bed, go to the window and close the half-closed window, look at the clock again, it says 01:30.

I have always been a light sleeper, and I am easily awakened by the slightest noise.Although the soundproofing effect of the room in Odiris Manor is very good, if the windows are not closed, the cool night breeze blowing in will still wake me up on the way.

I took out my coat and it felt warmer after I put it on. I dug out the candle from the drawer and lit it in the dark.He went to the door again, turned the handle lightly to open a crack, and listened carefully for the sound.

There was silence in the corridor.

I walked out quietly, very lightly.The corridor was pitch black, only the candle in his hand gave off a dim light, barely illuminating the stairs in front of him.

Go downstairs lightly.

Through the quiet corridor, from the window beside the corridor, you can see some places in Odiris Manor at night.Because there is no moon today, the sky is just chaos.Occasionally, a little noise sounded outside the window, and one could always see a black shadow flying past by following the sound.

I'm used to all kinds of abnormalities in this manor, and I won't be afraid of it, so I went straight to the corner of the first floor.

A very hidden utility room appeared in front of me.

Turn the handle and the door opens.I held up the candle to avoid the sundries and found a standing red cloth.

Lifting the red cloth, a full-length mirror appeared in front of my eyes.

By the light of the candle, my appearance was reflected in the mirror--long black hair like seaweed, purple pupils, pale skin, and pale lips.

A tear mole under the corner of the eye makes the image in the mirror seem to have a smile.

"Welcome to the Hall of Illusions~"

A pleasant female voice sounded, I turned around, and the surrounding scene has completely changed.

The small and crowded storage room became empty, and several cages of different heights covered with black cloth were placed on the floor.A lady dressed in a special dress stood in front of me, her red lips slightly raised under the exquisite mask: "I said it's so late, there are still guests. It really is you, Miss Beth Fenley."

"Good night, Ms. Nightingale."

"Good night~ Please forgive me for being inconvenient to salute you in this state, hehe, is there anything I can do to help you?"

She was wearing a strange dress, dressed like a noble lady, but her lower body was covered with a cage... Just like her name, her master seemed to be afraid that this beautiful bird would fly away, so he confined her .Because of this, I seldom see Ms. Nightingale walking around—as long as she walks, she can see the bird's claws that cannot be concealed under the skirt.

I said slowly, "I have some questions."

"...About the Overseer."

"If you have any questions, you can write them on the previous cards." Ms. Nightingale smiled: "That is the right given to you by the owner of the manor."

"Can't you answer? Even without hearing my question?"

"I can't give you extra information about the game, that would destroy the balance of the game." Ms. Nightingale said, "Because you can't use props like other survivors, so the owner of the manor exchanged for a game to use You get an answer to a question. The fairness of the game cannot be violated under any circumstances."

"But I think it's very unfair." I looked into Ms. Nightingale's eyes: "Because I don't have any props, I am at a disadvantage compared to other survivors. The question card only removes this disadvantage, but I am inferior to other survivors." to play more games.”

That's why I took part in the blind girl's game.

Every survivor in the manor has his own exclusive props, such as the air force has flare guns, mercenaries have steel wrists, lawyers have maps... Those props will work in the game, but I don't have them.

So - "We will give you a special treatment, you will be able to use a special card to get some information from us, but every time you use a card, you have to participate in a game."

This is what the mysterious man said to me when I first came here.

"In the last game, I didn't get a break at all, so I had to re-enter." I said.

"The time to use the card is your choice." Ms. Nightingale said: "It is a great advantage to be able to obtain information that others do not have, and you can still obtain items from the item box. In this way, there is no balance You have the advantage of intelligence."

"You have the final say on those things." Seeing that Ms. Nightingale did not let go, I began to mess around: "In fact, what you said in the invitation letter was not accurate, and this place is not completely safe."

"There is no place in the world that is completely safe." Ms. Nightingale's voice was still unhurried: "'Safety' is only a relative term, Odiris Manor may not be safe, but for you who may get lost at any time Say, there's nowhere safer than here."

I frowned slightly, this is the same as the condition that whoever goes out can get a large bonus, it is actually not very reliable.The owner of the manor drew a wonderful pie to attract people, but few people noticed that there was a loophole in the conditions for obtaining the reward.

And I can no longer exit from that game.

Nightingale smiled slightly: "So I'm sorry, the Hall of Illusions can only provide..." She said, suddenly turned sideways, as if she was listening to something, and changed her tone after a while: "Sorry, the owner of the manor already knows Besfin The dissatisfaction that Miss Li wanted to express, we didn't make it clear about the invitation letter, and the owner of the manor agreed to reveal a little information to you as an apology."

"May I ask what you want to know?"

I immediately said, "Joseph...I want to know what that photographer's ability is."

Ms. Nightingale said: "The photographer uses the power of time, and his ability is photography. He can go to any place where time marks are left, and he can also enter the world in the photo through the photo. The world in the photo is a projection of the real world, including survival. By."

Amazing ability.

"Injuries suffered by survivors in the photographed world will be backtracked to reality. For example, if a survivor is projected into the photographed world and received a knife injury, it will become a slightly lighter injury in the real world. If the photographer The projection of the survivors in the world is tied to a carnival chair, and the survivors will fall directly to the ground when the world collapses."

I thought about it, this should be the reason why I fell to the ground inexplicably in the last game, and the whole game collapsed.

Ms. Nightingale only explained how Joseph's abilities work, and I still have to figure out the countermeasures myself, but this is enough.At least I am no longer ignorant of the power of the photographer.

"You just said that Joseph used the power of time, but he suddenly appeared and disappeared, which obviously also has the power of space." I said firmly.

"Of course, time and space are inseparable... Ms. Yeager should have a deep understanding of this~" Nightingale finished speaking, and suddenly smiled inexplicably: "It's really a fate, isn't it? Don't you think so?"

I am silent.On the contrary, Nightingale immediately added: "By the way, there is another piece of news that the manor owner asked me to tell you for free..."

"The photographer's full name is Joseph De La Thornes."

This name seems to touch me a little bit.

I looked at Mrs. Nightingale in puzzlement, only to hear her chuckle lightly:

"The owner of the manor said he was curious about your reaction when you heard this surname."

My memory has always been very good.

"So...are you satisfied with the news?"

While my thoughts were changing, I slowly held my breath.

A pair of beautiful blue pupils appeared in my mind, clear and transparent, like the clouds in the sky and the snow on the peak.

I seem to see the bright and pure sky on the square of St. Paul's Cathedral again.