A moment later.

The gardener took the doctor's right arm and walked down the stone steps through the woods. Not far behind the two, the Air Force and the striker hid behind a big tree, poking their heads out from time to time to glance at the two of them, and sneaking along.

The reason why the Air Force came up was because the "philanthropist" Crissey Pearson kept nagging her about the "business" of the doctor and the gardener while she was playing a "game" in the morning. She was originally gossipy, so she had nothing to do tonight, so she quietly followed out, but for some reason, she called the striker together.

When the Air Force probe saw the two of them in this situation, he immediately smiled at his aunt.

The striker on the side was already confused, but when he suddenly saw the Air Force smiling like this, he was stunned at first, and then showed a disgusted expression.

"You're a ......"

The doctor and the gardener turned at the same time. The doctor stamped his right foot rhythmically with his hands on his hips as he looked at the Air Force with nuclear eyes; When the gardener saw that it was the Air Force, he smiled and waved his right hand at it in greeting: "Hi! ”

Seeing this, the Air Force turned his head and glared at the striker on his right, and then walked out from behind the tree. The striker scratched the back of his head with his right hand and followed with an embarrassed "hehe" smile.

Just as the two of them thought they were going to be talked, a loud explosion suddenly sounded in the forest on the right, startling the flock of birds that roosted in the area and hurriedly flew up.

The four of them were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other.

The doctor raised his left arm and looked at the watch on his wrist, eight o'clock. Then she looked at the air force and the striker, nodded, and the four of them immediately understood the meaning, and they all dispersed, running to the source of the sound from different directions——— this is one of the "game" strategies of the survivors, to go to the same place, to withdraw and retreat, to stretch the front to fight guerrilla while the distance between each survivor is not too close and not too far, and it is very effective to deal with "Jack", Red Butterfly and other weak corpse guards and large-scale maps on weekdays. If something happens to one of the survivors, the other survivors will be able to reinforce in time.

(Author's note: Although the above strategy is feasible, it is extremely cooperative and is recommended not to use it)

The doctor walked in a straight line, approaching the source of the sound first, and she had always borne the brunt of her self-healing ability.

(Doctor: In the end, my skills are too weak, so I can only give priority to anti-knife QAQ.)

Gardener: ( ́・ω・)ノ(._.') Don't cry, touch your head~)

Although the forest is silent at night, there are more or less sounds, such as the chirping of summer cicadas, the rustle of the breeze through the branches and leaves, and so on. However, in the forest of Winston Manor, only his own footsteps can be heard as he runs; When you move forward or stop, you can only hear the sound of your own breathing and the sound of your heart beating. It can be said that in this silent forest, even if a thin needle falls to the ground, she can hear it clearly.

The doctor had been running in the forest for a long time, and suddenly he saw a white light not far ahead, so he lightened his steps and leaned over slightly. She walked behind a large tree closer to her and peeked in, and it was the photographer. Joseph, who was shoveling the dirt heaped on the right side into the pit with a shovel, as if to bury something; The white light he had seen earlier was emitted by the camera behind him, which was used for illumination.

It's strange, it's almost curfew, what is he doing here? The doctor thought to himself. In the afternoon, she was supposed to participate in a "game", but it was canceled because the photographer was late and did not arrive; At the dinner nightingale announces the notice of the lord of the manor, and he is not there. Could it be that you've been digging here all the time?

She wanted to see what tricks the other party was doing.

As time passed, the mound to the photographer's right grew shorter and shorter, and the doctor's face and back were sweating more and more. A gust of evening breeze blew down his cheeks, blowing down three or two drops of sweat and falling into the black soil beneath his feet. The doctor looked down at the watch on his left wrist, half past nine.

"Strange," the doctor whispered, looking at his watch, "I should have arrived a long time ago......

"Miss Emily." The doctor heard her name called behind him, and he subconsciously turned his head to look: the photographer was standing behind her at some point, staring at her with half-squinted eyes looking at her prey, his hands behind his waist, and a cold-glowing blade emerging from his left shoulder——— presumably he was holding his blood-stained silver scimitar upright.

"It's not good to peep into other people's privacy." The photographer smiled, and the blade behind his left shoulder began to rise slowly.

In the doctor's opinion, this is the smile he said "bye-bye", and when he met his game in the past, he smiled like this, which probably means "game ove."

(Game over)."

"Hello...... the doctor barely managed to squeeze out a smile, then turned and ran, "Excuse me!" Leave! ”

This place is out of the scope of "protection", and if he catches it, I'm afraid he will have to say goodbye to this world!

As soon as she thought of this, she ran faster.

Surprisingly, instead of playing the usual "game" of cat and mouse, the photographer walked back and pulled it out with the middle finger of his left hand by hooking the iron ring at the end of the shovel handle, then walked behind the camera, took out the black and white photo from his left chest pocket with his right hand and inserted it into the camera. The camera projects a screen of time and space above the previous pit. The photographer turned his head to look at the blue-and-white back that was fading away, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised a smile, and then walked into the space-time screen.

When the photographer walks into the space-time screen, the space-time screen merges into a white light and disappears. The camera lowers its head, and the forest is once again plunged into darkness and silence.

2

Winston Manor, Premises Area.

The doctor paused, leaned over his hands on his knees and gasped for air, sweat dripping onto the floor. I originally wanted to stop when I entered the protection range, but as soon as I stopped, I suddenly recalled the scene when I was slashed on the back by the silver scimitar during the previous "game", and it felt as painful as being beaten by the clown two chainsaw sprints, and the pain was so painful that I wanted to die, and he still played "bleeding" for a long time and couldn't die, in desperation, she had to continue to run, and she didn't stop until she ran here.

(Author's note: In the game. In the fifth personality, the photographer. Joseph wields the power of time and space, and the damage to survivors is 1.5 times greater than that of other overseers)

A pair of spiky mechanical feet suddenly came into view, and the doctor looked up and saw that it was a spider. Valletta. With his bandaged right hand, Spider pulled a tissue from the cloth pocket on his back and handed it to the doctor, smiling wickedly but good-naturedly.

"Thank you!" The doctor smiled and took a tissue to wipe his sweat. The doctor's impression of spiders is still quite good, as long as it is not like Kreacher on weekdays. Pearson deliberately provoked her, and she would not have acted excesses like other regulators, such as bloodletting, torture, etc., and occasionally released water during the "game".

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Spider smiled and asked, "Did you do something to make Jock and them angry?" ”

Having the striker run head-on with the Joker's rocket, telling the philanthropist to walk backwards and shining a flashlight on the red butterfly, asking the gardener to tear down the gallows, and often forcibly "helping people up" in front of the regulator, the doctor can be described as a headache for the regulator.

"I'm ......," the doctor paused, then laughed, "I was running with Emma just now, because whoever loses has to help the other party eat for a week, so I ran a little faster." "The reason why she chose to hide what happened before is because the spider is in the camp of the regulators, and she is afraid that something will happen if she finds out. If this were in normal times, she would have said it even if the spider didn't ask her, but this time is not that time, tomorrow the "last 'game'" will begin, and in order to get out of here, there must be no variables!

Hearing this, the spider looked at the doctor with strange eyes. She could see that the doctor was lying, but since the other party didn't want to say, she didn't force it. "Oh well! I still have some things to take care of, so I'll go first, and I'll see you tomorrow! With that, the spider turned and walked to the right.

"Goodbye!" The doctor watched the spider leave, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a pointing sign on the wall that read: Round Table Room.

Roundtable room? The doctor thought to himself, frowning slightly. She had listened to perfumers. Vera Nair has said that "it is the place where the lord of the manor sets his tasks and entertains the newlyweds", and so far she has only been there when she first came to Winston Manor.

……

The doctor looked at it for a moment, then turned around and walked to the dormitory.