Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 164 [Time Extra Story] BonnenuIt
[This is the content of another book of the unfinished Fifth Personality. It was deleted because the malicious rating was too low. You can just enjoy this article, there is no follow-up. 】

1. The hunter is guarding the cellar
Red Church.

The solemn and quiet red church looked very strange at this moment, the sky seemed to be soaked in ink, and the crow sitting on the tree was tilting its head to look at the surviving people.

When three deafening fireworks exploded in the air, Tracy realized that she was the only one left on the field, and her hands clutched her red cloak helplessly.

There are still four cipher machines that have not been deciphered.

Tracy looked down at the remote in her hand. It was less than a quarter full.

The consecutive chairs of her teammates made her deciphering speed reach the lowest effect, and when she used her puppets to repair a machine.

There are already two teammates on the chair.

The doctor didn't intend to save people, and she could only control the puppet to save people. It has to be said that this is an extremely risky action.

She manipulated the puppet to successfully rescue the magician who was about to fly, and the puppet was hacked by the supervisor, the puppet was scrapped, and its energy was instantly reduced by a large amount.

And the magician didn't take long for the regulator to be chopped down to the ground again, tied to the carnival chair again, and bright fireworks exploded in the air.

Another perfumer, who was tied to a chair, also set off fireworks in the sky.

Tracy had to say that this was a game without any suspense, and the power of her remote control was simply not enough to repair another machine.

When she was about to find the second cipher machine, the doctor was also cut down to the ground by the supervisor.

The nature of cowardice was once again exposed.

Tracy wanted to save the doctor, but she found that there was no way she could.

If she went to rescue her, there would be only two outcomes, either she would get into the carnival chair together, or she would save the doctor and speed up the doctor's ascension to heaven.

There is no place to walk the supervisor next to the doctor's chair, and saving it is tantamount to speeding up the doctor's ascent to heaven.

Then, it can only be repaired.

Somehow, it started to rain in the Red Church.

Although it was light rain, it greatly affected the speed of repairing the machine, which undoubtedly made it even more difficult for her to repair the machine.

The golem is not waterproof, but she can put her red cloak over it and the rain won't rust too badly.

The key is whether the cipher machine is waterproof or not.

Tracy ignored the timidity brought about by the doctor's chair, and immediately rushed to the cipher machine not far from her.

The cipher machine was in the cemetery, some distance from the carnival chair where the doctor hung it.

It was raining heavily, although it was not very heavy, but it still made people feel very cool.

Tracy wrapped the red cloak tighter, she lowered her head slightly and ran towards the antenna that was emitting yellow light, she was afraid that the rain would block her vision.

The doctor had been sitting in that carnival chair for more than half of the time, and Tracy had just rushed to the location of the cipher machine.

The cipher machine is not waterproof, and water has already been immersed in the cipher machine, and the increased maintenance time will make the time required to decipher the code even longer.

And this long maintenance time is enough to kill her.

She wanted to find a cipher machine indoors, but there was no time at all, and the invincible room was too far away from her location.

Even if they arrived, there was no time to decipher the cipher machine.

She bit the bullet and used the last quarter of the energy of the remote control to summon the puppet.

The puppet was not waterproof, so she took off the red cloak and put the cloak over the puppet.

Time was running out, and she had to resort to the most adventurous methods.

Get her puppet to work with her on this cipher machine.

Because of the calibration problem, she had to master the calibration interval of the puppet, otherwise, if she made a mistake and bombed the plane, she would attract the supervisor.

She pinned up the little silver hair in front of her forehead, which could easily block her view and distract her.

She let the puppet do the repairs first, then put the remote in her pocket and started the repairs herself.

Because he has been with his puppet all year round.

After deciphering a cipher machine, Tracy has figured out the calibration interval of the puppet. She is a well-deserved mechanical genius.

However, she is worried that rainy days will bring error intervals to the puppet.

When the cipher machine was repaired, Tracy heard the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky.

The fireworks seemed to be celebrating a carnival ceremony.

Brilliant.

In other words, she was the only target of the regulator.

The crows began to hover over the graveyard.

When there is only one person left on the field, the crow will hover around that person in a large area to guide the supervisor.

Although Tracy didn't have the timidity brought by her teammates on the carnival chair, the fear of death made her hands tremble in deciphering the code.

This moment of absence almost caused her to miss the calibration of the puppet.

She wiped the water droplets on the front of her forehead. She didn't know whether it was cold sweat or rain, and she couldn't distract herself now.

She tried her best to focus all her attention on the cipher machine, and the boring crow beside her didn't seem to attract the supervisor yet.

Because of her mechanical talent, she successfully deciphered the cipher machine faster.

She didn't care about the letters on the cipher machine anymore, she was going to find the cellar now.

The energy of the remote control was running low, and before she could control the puppet to take a few steps, the remote control was useless.

She took off the cloak she had put on the puppet. Although it was partially wet, it was still warm when she put it on.

She was really too cold, with the cold rain for a long time and her own weakness.

She had to don this conspicuous red cloak.

Where the cellar was was also a critical issue.

If there is nothing to do for a long time, there will be crows hovering above the head, and Tracy is anxious to find the cellar.

But the fact is not as she expected, crows began to hover above her head, she resisted the urge to cry, she was afraid that she might die in this place.

She wanted to hide in the cabinet, but she found that even if she hid in the cabinet, the crows would not leave.

Her face was pale without any blood at the moment.

After fumbling around for a while, she found that the crow above her head still hadn't attracted the supervisor.

Even so, she still refused to take it lightly.

That's when she finally saw the cellar.

The smile on her face when she saw the cellar gradually froze.

That brutal and bloody hunter had been waiting in the cellar for a long time.

She wanted to run away, but she found that she didn't have any strength to run away.

The thorny vines wrapped around the beating heart indicated that what she saw was not a hallucination, and every time the heart beat was as painful as if it was being strangled.

【The best hunters are all patient in waiting for the rabbit】

[The best hunters are those who will wait patiently]

2. The cruelest chase game

The dry crow above her head already indicated that she had nowhere to escape.

Even if she turns around and runs away now, she cannot safely escape from that cruel hunter.

At this moment, the hunter's eyes were looking at her.

A gleam of red light flashed in the dark blue eyes, which seemed to be bottomless like a deep pool.

The silver-white curly hair was tied up with a yellow ribbon, and it was also tied into a bow.

He was dressed in a decent blue aristocratic dress, with patterns on the gold silk show on the skirt. If one didn't look at the blood-stained long sword in his hand, one would mistake him for some nobleman who had lost his way in this place.

He has a fair and smooth face, revealing a sharp-edged and cold handsome.

The tip of the sword in his hand was pointing towards the ground, and the blood remaining on it was continuously dripping onto the ground, and behind him was the cellar that Tracy had been looking for for a long time.

"Tick-tick-tick."

The sound of blood dripping on the ground was exceptionally clear, the air began to be filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and the atmosphere died instantly.

Tracy shuddered and couldn't help but back away.

His face was exposed to the moonlight, as if he was as noble and elegant as the son of the moon god.

Although his face was also stained with bright red blood, it did not affect his cold and handsome face at all, like the most beautiful masterpiece of a god.

"Miss, it's time for the game to end."

His voice came, pronouncing the result that Tracy was about to face.

Tracy lost her mind for a moment when she saw his face, she opened her mouth, a name was about to come out, but she couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

No, she is not reconciled, she must leave this place.

She doesn't want to die in this ghost place.

She turned around and wanted to run away, but she didn't expect that when she turned around and ran away, she received a heavy blow to her back.

Tracy snorted, and the supervisor's sword directly cut through the flesh on her back.

so fast.

Then there was the sound of the supervisor wiping his knife.

It also foretells her fate.

Enduring the burning pain in her back, Tracy ran to the invincible room not far away.

Joseph watched Tracy run towards the invincible room.

"ignorance."

He sneered, and then chased after him.

Regulators are always faster than survivors.

Tracy's heart was in extreme pain, her heart was tightly strangled by the vines, and the thorns on the vines also pierced hard into her heart.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Coupled with the burning pain in her back, she felt that she was going to fall down in a second.

No, Tracy, you are my father's pride, you must get out of this damn place.

Tracy tried to give herself some hints in her heart, so that she would not fall down so easily.

When she rushed to the invincible room, Tracy was in a state of collapse. She leaned against the wall near the board at the door, and she accidentally saw the board and even the road she ran left bloodstains all the way.

She panted softly, and cold sweat kept rolling down her forehead.

The pain in her heart never subsided, which meant that the supervisor was never far away from her.

Bright red lights shone on the ground.

Knock him out.

Tracy, you can do it.

If you stun him, you will have time to escape through the window of the invincible room.

The heartbeat became stronger and stronger, and the pain in the heart seemed to squeeze her whole body.

Tracy struggled to her feet, holding her breath, her hands trembling on the edge of the board.

3——2——1——

"Bangdang."

She pushed the board down with all her strength, but there was no trace of joy on her face.

She didn't hit the supervisor. The supervisor seemed to have expected that she would push the board and stopped when she was only one step away from the board.

Tracy met his eyes.

She felt her nose was sore. She tried so hard for so long, but it still didn't work?Are you still going to die here?
Tracy heard the sound of the supervisor trampling on the board, she turned and ran to the window that was neither far nor near her.

If she ran to another door, she would definitely be cut down. This window had a half chance of avoiding his attack. If he didn't cut it down, she could escape while he was cleaning the knife and turning over the window.

And if she didn't turn over, then what greeted her was death.

She ran to the window and prayed that she would make it through.

When she stretched out her hand to turn over, she found that she had no strength at all.

Her brain seemed to be dead.

Blank.

"Happy hunting, miss."

The voice of the final judgment came from the supervisor behind him.

Then she was cut down on the ground, and she fell powerlessly to the ground, the wound on her back was even bigger, and the bright red blood kept falling from the wound like beads.

A fishy-sweet, nauseating taste rose in the throat.

Dark red marks were printed on the red cloak.

She was desperate, she had no ability to escape.

Joseph was satisfied with the hunt, and in the end no one could escape.

This cruel chasing game will also end on this young lady.

He used a balloon to lift Tracy, who had no strength to struggle, and Tracy felt that she was about to die.

She would have bled to death even if the Carnival Chair hadn't blown her into the brightest fireworks in the sky.

Joseph was bored with non-struggling prey, and of course he was already tired of this ridiculous game.

He straps Tracy to a carnival chair.

She was firmly fixed on it with thorns, and the thorns of the thorns pierced Tracy's fair skin, and blood beads came out from the small wound.

The constantly rotating pointer on the carnival chair is heralding the final time.

Tracy was already in a state of semi-consciousness and semi-consciousness.

Although it brought pain to her body, she really wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.

Joseph looked at the girl who had closed her eyes on the carnival chair. Her fair skin was bloodless, and the dark circles under her eyelids were thick. She hadn't slept soundly for many days.

The thorns were also covered with her blood, and she was wearing a small red cape, as if she were the protagonist of some fairy tale.

Little Red Riding Hood.

Such a word flashed through Joseph's mind.

Both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Sir. To be honest, am I your pride?"

she asked weakly, she didn't open her eyes.

Joseph was silent.

I heard that people will have beautiful hallucinations before they die, so just treat her as talking in sleep.

"Sir. You said you would never leave me, why did you break your promise?"

"Sir. Tell me, can Little Red Riding Hood finally find the hunter who protects her?"

When she finished her last sentence.

The pointer of the carnival chair points to the end.

With a roar, the carnival chair flew into the sky.

Carnival Chairs exploded the brightest fireworks in the sky.

Bright dazzling.

【Little Red Riding Hood did not find a hunter who could protect her， but was killed by the hunter instead.】

[Little Red Riding Hood did not find a hunter who could protect her, but was killed by the hunter instead. 】

3. There are stars in the eyes
France is one of the traditional political and economic powers in Europe. In the Second World War, it surrendered to Germany in less than a month.

As the youngest child in the family, Joseph was naturally not as impulsive as his brothers who were young and frivolous and impulsively participated in the conscription of World War II, saying that he wanted to serve the country.

And this has become a great regret in his life.

He has been recording his growth, drawing the appearance of his brothers on paper, and he gradually understands that he cannot resurrect the dead brothers, and the pictures on the paper will gradually become blurred.

sunny.

Delicate roses are blooming in the backyard, birds are sitting on the branches and making melodious sounds, and the fountain in the backyard is gushing.

There is a faint scent of roses in the air, and the sound of the fountain is matched with the singing of the birds like an ensemble.

The green grass looked extraordinarily vibrant, and there were a few nobles drinking afternoon tea in the courtyard, and everyone had happy smiles on their faces.

It wasn't like that during World War II.

Joseph stopped the paintbrush in his hand, his eyes darkened.

He fled from France to England with his parents to escape the German massacre, and some of the people in his paintings all died under German aggression.

The deaths of his brothers made him obsessed with painting.

What is recorded in his drawing paper is just a false reflection, no matter how he depicts it, it will not become real.

Life in exile in England was not so easy.

As a nobleman, it was like waking up from a dream, and all the happiness and nobility disappeared.

The past few years of living in England have made his mood more and more depressed.

London, England is a foggy city.

The perennial fog makes this city mysterious. The national flower of England is the delicate rose.

Because it is a foggy city, people on the street will bring their own umbrellas. What people have to prevent is the strange weather that can rain at any time.

Londoners who have been ruled by dense fog for a long time have sickly white skin because they cannot see the sun.

He has no interest in going out for a stroll, the outside world has no color at all for him.

But the negative energy that has been suppressed in his heart for many years has been deeply engraved in his memory, and it will never be cured.

He still decided to go out for a walk.

Maybe he can meet some brains that have been tense for several years to relax.

He picked up the black umbrella placed at the door, and then prepared to go out. His parents were often away from home because they had to make a living, and the money they originally brought was quickly squandered under the noble nature.

Because they were in exile, they didn't bring much money with them at all.

What was once an aristocrat in France is now a pauper in England.

The intensification of the war has made the life of the poor more difficult.

His parents condemned him deeply for his penchant for drawing useless things.

They thought he shouldn't be spending his time on such miscellaneous things.

He should find a job and support the family with them.

Joseph's dark blue eyes were clouded, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray.

Although he said he wanted to go out, he didn't know where he should go at all.

In the past few years of living in England, he hardly went out a few times. He likes to close himself in his room, draw his own paintings by himself, and enjoy solitude.

He's already out the door.

The outside world is very dim, but it does not affect the noisy noise of the poor on the street.

Class divisions in England are stark.

The aristocrats who are gentlemen and ladies are always much better than the food, drink and housing of the poor.

And the poor can only stay in the area where the poor stay.

There were already thick dark circles under his eyes, and he had forgotten how long he had slept.

For painting, he always has a kind of warm emotion.

Maybe he should go to a nearby park that has existed for a long time, where there might be a background for his paintings, or maybe he should go to a nearby newly opened restaurant, where all kinds of people might become the protagonists of his paintings
But he turned into an alley by accident. The alley was very quiet, and the walls were covered with green creepers.

Layer by layer, it always seems to have a visual impact.

He hadn't seen anything lively for a long time, his parents' faces were always covered in gloom, and even the house was filled with despair and darkness.

They seem to be very curious to stick out their "little heads" towards the outside world, even under the rule of the fog, they still emit vitality.

It is the mystery of life.

He raised his eyes to look at the street sign hanging on the wall of the alley, but it wasn't actually a street sign, it was just a wooden sign hanging on the wall, and this wooden sign was already a bit worn out.

It says.

"Reznik Clock Shop."

He is not interested in clocks and watches, but the watch he had been carrying before disappeared inexplicably.

He needs a clock, and the money he has with him should be enough to buy another clock.

Just as he was thinking, the rain in Wudu kissed the ground again, this rain was far heavier than the rain he had ever experienced.

He opened the black umbrella, and the moment the umbrella was released, it seemed like a flower bloomed.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella and made a crashing sound. He thought he should speed up and rush to the watch shop.

The ivy also seemed to have crushed its curiosity, drooping its "little head".

Hope they survive this torrential rain.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, but he couldn't help getting wet from the rain.

Soon, I saw a small house with the same words on the signboard as the street sign I saw before.

"Reznik Clock Shop."

There is also a very ugly English written in crayons below.

"Welcome."

The house has been lit with orange lights, giving people a warm tone of warmth. There are many crayon drawings on the walls of this house. Because the painting skills are not so beautiful, Joseph believes that it was drawn by one person.

There are also some potted plants around the house, which adds a bit of vitality to it.

Joseph walked into the store, closed the black umbrella, and put it in a wooden barrel at the door, because the wooden barrel said "umbrella storage place", and drew an ugly smiling face with crayon on the back.

As soon as he entered the store, he saw a little girl about seven or eight years old lying on the counter and drawing something on the paper with crayons.

Perhaps he heard his voice.

She raised her head.

met his eyes.

"Welcome to Reznik Watch Shop."

Her eyes seemed to have stars.

The brilliance in her eyes made his eyes hurt.

【She had stars in her eyes, and his eyes were hurt by the dazzling sway.】

【There are stars in her eyes, shining so brightly that it hurts his eyes.】

(End of this chapter)