Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 168 [Commissioned Extra Story] In a dream

1.
"Hey, spoiled swan."

I lay on the ground and crawled towards the door little by little. Although my body was still bleeding, he was on the other side of the door.

There was a bright light outside the door, I tried to raise my head, the heavy feeling and exhaustion made it very difficult for me to raise my head, and behind me was hell on earth.

He was against the light, I couldn't see his expression at all, my eyes were blurred, the light and shadow were like hallucinations, I was deeply immersed in it, and I stretched out my scarred hand towards him.

"Neb Sabeda."

I called his name softly, the fishy sweetness in my mouth made me want to vomit, he was like a god who redeemed me, he held my outstretched hand, I was like a drowning person Grabbed the last straw.

"Pampered swan, you want to find me outside the door, do you understand?"

His voice gradually disappeared, and the hand holding me gradually became transparent. My arm fell to the ground, and the sense of loss made me feel dazed. Then the door slowly closed, and his figure and light gradually left me.

"Neb Sabeda!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs, the tears in my eyes kept gushing down my cheeks, he didn't look back, the door to the outside was closed, and the late pain made me pass out.

2.
When I woke up, I found that I was in my room, the curtains were drawn, the sunlight poured into the room, and the scattered shadows from the shadows of the trees fell on the floor.

And I was already sweating profusely, and the pain in my limbs hit me, which was probably the sequelae caused by yesterday's carnival game. I covered my heart, and the feeling of being overwhelmed with pain is still there.

"Marta Betanfill, you finally woke up. Did you have some nightmare? You were sweating profusely."

I looked up and saw the speaker, it was Dr. Emily Dale, she smiled at me gently, I opened my mouth to say something, but I found my throat was dry and I couldn’t say anything at all come out.

Emily Dell knows what I mean.

She took a cup and a kettle on the table and poured a glass of water for me. I drank a few sips until my throat was no longer dry, and she thoughtfully took out a tissue for me to wipe my sweat.

I took the tissue she took out to wipe my sweat blankly, and she and I fell into endless silence for a while.

"Marta Betanfill, you have to rest and recover before the next game, if it wasn't for Nab Sabeda"

Emily Dell hesitated to speak, with hesitation in her eyes, my heart throbbed, and the pain hit again.

I looked at her fixedly, "What happened to Nab Sabeda?"

"If it wasn't for him being a hero who saved you, you would be dead already, Miss Martha Betanfeld."

Suddenly, my door was pushed open, and the familiar young man in the green hood appeared in front of me. The corner of his mouth raised a perfect arc, and the dark blue eyes seemed to contain a vast galaxy, deep Short brown hair covered by a hood.

Everyone's appearance is like an apple that has been bitten by God, and his face is like an apple that God is reluctant to take a bite of.

There are many bandages wrapped around his arms, and his face is unhealthy and sickly white. The sun seems to be an eccentric child, but it just sprinkles all over his body, casting a gentle golden light on him.

"A pampered swan."

He looked at me with a smile, my eye sockets were red again, and my nose was sour. It turned out that the previous scene was just a dream, and he was still by my side.

"Neb Sabeda."

I called his name softly, wanting to get out of bed to see how his injury was.

Emily Dell was taken aback for a moment, and when she saw my action, she quickly stopped me from getting out of bed.

"Miss Martha Betanfill."

"You should take a good rest first, and then get out of bed when you recover."

She persuaded me patiently, and I had no choice but to agree. After that, she turned and left my room, and told me that the next game is next week, and there are 3 days left.

3.
"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

Seeing that Emily Dell was gone, he went to my bed and found a chair to sit next to me. He purposely turned the chair upside down and leaned directly on the back of the chair when he sat.

The sun was still shining on him, I stared blankly at him, feeling that everything was so unreal now, he blinked, a little dissatisfied with my reaction.

"Distracted? The pampered swan is distracted in front of me? The vicious eagle is talking to you."

He pretended to speak to me in a ferocious tone.

I couldn't help laughing, he also laughed with me, I cleared my throat, and said to him solemnly: "I feel that everything in front of me is so unreal, I just had a nightmare, you left me, You went out into the world alone."

I can still feel the pain in my heart at that time. He thought for a while, and then used gestures to ask me to come closer to speak. I obediently approached him to hear what he had to say.

Unexpectedly, he taunted me mercilessly, and I looked at him with some indignation. When I reached out to hit him, he quickly avoided it.

"Pampered swan, it's not night yet, what are you talking about in your sleep."

He asked with his chin resting, his eyes dimmed.

"Hey, in the last game, we escaped from the cellar. It wasn't a real escape, so we were sent back to the dormitory. In the next game, if we really escaped, what are you going to do outside?"

Nabu Sabeda looked out of the window. We are like people in a cage, thinking about the outside world from time to time.

I sniffed.

"I, I will buy a plane and fly to a place where there are swans to see swans."

"Pfft, so Miss Swan wants to see relatives."

4.
He would come to me every day for a chat.

But Miss Emily Dyer looked at me more and more strangely. She seemed to be resistant to the name Nab Sabeda. Every time Nab Sabeda came, I called his name.

She would immediately run away, and when I asked Nab Sabeda if he had offended Miss Emily Dyer, he said no with an innocent face.

There are some minor wounds on my body, and it has almost recovered after three days. A new carnival game is about to start. I am confident that I can leave this absurd manor with Nab Sabeda.

Nab Sabeda and I met in the game very quickly, and we both seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection. When I originally planned to decipher the cipher machine with him.

But he shook his head and said that he could easily attract regulators by blowing up the plane. He asked me to decipher it. He would touch the cipher machine every once in a while to prevent crows from flying on his head.

"Did you hear the six taps?"

Nab Sabeda's words woke me up, I nodded, and my teammates were pretty much on their chairs.

His eyes were always on the cipher machine in front of him, and he didn't mention saving lives.

Teammates were hung up on chairs one by one, and he didn't even intend to rescue him. He was so strange, and this didn't seem to be the Naib Sabeda I knew.

An ordinary Nab Sabeda would definitely save people, because the teammates who could quickly decipher the cipher machine all got into chairs, and the speed of deciphering was greatly slowed down.

"I'm going to save people."

My tone was tough, and he seemed to have expected that I would say this, and he showed a helpless smile.

"Okay, okay, I'll go rescue it, you can decipher the cipher machine at ease."

He turned and left, and he seemed to overlap with him in the dream again. The feeling of loss seemed to come again, and I felt a deep sense of anxiety in my heart.

5.
The teammates have all ascended to heaven and exploded into bright fireworks.

The remaining 2 cipher machines have not been deciphered, and the cellar has been opened. I don’t know how Nab Sabeda saved people. Why didn’t anyone get saved?

Although I have doubts in my heart, I must find the cellar now, and then go to Nab Sabeda.

The heartbeat alarm sounded, and I, who hadn't touched the phone for a long time, attracted crows, and the crows kept revealing my whereabouts to the supervisor.

My heart was entangled with thorns, and every step the supervisor took was accompanied by severe pain. I covered my heart, and was about to open the window and speed up to escape.

"Yo, so it's Martha Betanfill."

I am very familiar with this voice. It is the voice of the crying clown Jack. He has fiery red hair and an extremely hideous face. He is a murderer who likes to chop people with a chainsaw.

He loves black humor. He thinks his black humor can make others laugh, but he is the only one who laughs.

"The last time I let you run away in my hands, if that Nabu Sabeda hadn't come to save you, you would have died."

I quickly climbed over the window to increase the speed of my escape, but his saw seemed to be endlessly pulled, so I could only shoot.

With a "bang", the signal flare came out, the red fog wrapped him, his saw was interrupted, and he let out a magical laugh.

"Hahahahahahahaha, it's so interesting, so interesting."

He is a lunatic.

My gun has been handed over, I have no props to protect myself now, I just need to find the cellar sooner.

I ran for half the scene but couldn't find the cellar. I felt a strong sense of despair, and I didn't see Nab Sabeda. Where did he go?

"Hey, if you stop now, can I give you a gentle way to die, such as cutting it into pieces? Hahahahaha, violent aesthetics."

The voice of the devil seemed to echo in my ears.

I have nowhere to go.

6.
Confused, I was cut down to the ground by that lunatic, and the blood continued to flow from my body, but I still couldn't find Nab Sabeda.

"Hey, let me tell you a funny joke. If you don't think it's funny, I'll kill you. If you think it's funny, I'll kill you."

That lunatic was talking nonsense again, I stubbornly turned my head away, unwilling to continue talking to him, a lunatic.

"You broke Jack's heart."

He violently pulled my hair with one hand, while the other hand holding the chainsaw dropped the chainsaw, grabbed my collar and lifted me up, forcing me to look at him.

"In the last game, a man named Nab Sabeda saved a man named Marta Betanfill, and then he died under my chainsaw."

"Hahahahahahahaha, is it funny?"

Tears came out of his laughter, he was an out-and-out lunatic.

"Neb Sabeda, he is obviously not dead, he was by my side before."

I contradict him.

"Hey, what are you dreaming about? There are four Survivors in one round, the knocking sounded six times, and three people died before they caught you. How can there be Nab Sabeda?"

"It's funny, it's funny, hahahahahahahaha."

It turned out that the existence of Naib Sabeda was just a dream of mine.

so funny.

No wonder Miss Emily Dyer was so resistant to the name Nab Sabeda.

No wonder, Naib Sabeda went to save people but failed to save anyone.

No wonder Nab Sabeda didn't want to touch the generator or have physical contact with me.

It's all a dream.

6.
Was hung up on a chair.

I looked at the door vaguely.

Will there be a boy against the light appearing there, just like in a dream, appearing like a god to redeem me.

"Hey, spoiled swan."

"Pampered swan, you want to find me outside the door, do you understand?"

I seemed to hear his voice, I opened my mouth, and at the moment when the carnival chair was about to ascend to heaven, I shouted two words.

fraud.

Liar, you are obviously not outside.

The fireworks exploded brightly in the sky.

(End of this chapter)