The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

When this devil-like man stood in front of the cabinet where I was hiding, I watched him stretch out his right hand through the gap in the vent hole, and opened the cabinet door.

Everything in front of me seemed like a movie, and these few seconds seemed like a lifetime.The director maliciously filmed this breathtakingly tense clip in slow motion, just to deepen the tension.

But the strange thing is that I slowly calmed down.

I looked at his outstretched hand—the cuff was covered with layers of white lace, and it hung down softly as he raised his hand, and his gestures revealed a kind of noble and aristocratic temperament inexplicably.

The normal hand is beautiful, and while that term is usually used to describe women, I have to say, really beautiful.

This hand moved forward and rested on the handle of the cabinet door, and the hanging cuff swept across the rusty cabinet door, as if it was a kind of stain on the neat and noble.

The moment he opened the cabinet door, my field of vision suddenly brightened, and then the pale mask and the left eye with an unusual pupil color immediately appeared in front of my eyes, extremely clear.

This should be our third meeting.

This time is the closest one.

I'm hiding in this little dark closet, and he's blocking the door.The distance between us is so close, there is no avoidance, nowhere to escape.

I watched him reach out with his right hand, watched his mask get closer and closer to me.

He leaned forward and got closer and closer, but at this moment, I seemed to be a person who stayed out of the matter. I felt that my perspective had become God's perspective, watching all this happen silently.

It's like sitting in a theater and watching a movie.

He stretched out his right hand to the back of my neck, pinched me hard, and pulled me out of the cabinet. Before I could stand upright, the huge sharp scissor hand stretched out, and his arm was directly on my back At the waist, I exerted force with both hands at the same time, and the world spun for a while. My legs were off the ground and I was hugged by him.

Princess hug! ?

The dark cloudy sky pressed directly on my face, and the changes in the picture made me reflect the current posture of the two of us.

I was held in his arms... the distance is too close!

The pale mask was less than an arm's length away from me, and he looked down at me with a playful look in his eyes.

One side of my body was pressed against his chest, a chest as hard and cold as a steel plate.On the chest and abdomen of his tuxedo, the two rows of high-end buttons pinched my bones, which hurt a little.

On the other side of my body, his left hand passed through the bend of my leg, and the five pocket knives on his fingers pointed straight at the sky. The sharp blades gleamed with cold light, and they were only a fist away from my leg, which was very cold.

As I walked, the distance was getting closer and further away, which made me tense, for fear that he would accidentally scrape off a few pieces of flesh on my leg.

The deterrent power of this scissors hand was simply too great for me. I was firmly imprisoned in a cold and hard embrace, with my hands on my chest and my body froze, not daring to move.

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine.

The pale mask and tall black top hat turned into dots of transparency for a while, and then returned to normal and became solid again, but his eyes were always fixed on me.

I always felt that he was doing this on purpose to scare me so that I wouldn't struggle and move--if so, he did achieve his goal.

I lay in his arms like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without any resistance.

I don’t know how long he walked with me in his arms—reason tells me that the journey is not that long, but I’m tormented by the tense nerves, and it seems to me that the journey has been gone forever.

Slowly, the oppressive sky gave way to high, white vaulted ceilings.

He carried me to a place I had never set foot in.

The architectural style here is very obvious. The rib-vaulted beams prop up the roof at a sharp corner, and the vaults converge together in a cross to form square pillars with natural and smooth arcs. It supports the whole house on the ground.

Here is a church.

After entering here, the first thing I can catch a glimpse of without turning my neck are rows of brick-red benches, neat and orderly, and the length of each chair can accommodate about three to four people .

But oddly enough, each chair seemed to have several used white candles, in varying numbers and lengths, on either side of the seat.

I think this should be his destination.

He put me on a bench, and when he withdrew his hand, he didn't scratch me. Judging from the posture of the princess, it was really difficult to do this.

But my mind is not here.

When he put me down, I was looking around the church as best I could for an escape.

The bench I am sitting on now is the one near the middle of the whole church. There is a lot of space here, and there are three exits including the arch just entered.

The man in front of me walks very fast, and he seems to be able to make himself transparent like a witchcraft. If I just run away like this, the best ending is to be caught by him again-I think my running away is likely to anger He asked him to slash me directly from behind and knock me to the ground.

So I can't be impulsive. Before he decides how to deal with me, I must wait for the opportunity.

I still have the scalpel, although it is indeed a child's toy at this moment, but... But as long as I am fast enough, as long as I can give him a little damage to delay his pursuit, as long as I can buy a little time , I think I will be able to escape.

Then, if I want to attack him, the place where I can successfully hit him with a heavy blow with my ability...

Eye!

I think this plan is perfect, the eye is a vital and fragile enough place in the human body, as long as I can stab his only left eye with a knife, then I can escape!

The action of holding the knife must be fast, must be fast!

I quickly reached into my pocket, grabbed the scalpel, and stabbed hard at his mask.

Unfortunately, I didn't succeed.

His reaction was much faster than mine.

He grabbed my hand and slammed it on the bench, the pain made me let go, and the scalpel fell to the ground with a jingle.

At this moment, I think I'm screwed.

He definitely won't make it easy for me!

Sure enough, his right hand was still grabbing my wrist, pressing it against the chair, and then he reached out his scissor hand, and all five pocket knives rested on the back of my other hand.

A silent threat - I think if I dare to move again, he will disable my hand without hesitation.

He was tall, and I was sitting. When the confinement was completed, he bent down, and the pale mask was almost close to my face.

He stared at me, a maddened tempest in that left eye engulfing me.

Threats came from under that pale mask, and his tone became even colder and more frightening: "Well - just because I don't hurt you doesn't mean you can show your teeth and claws at me, you know, little white rabbit? Otherwise, I I'll cut off your long ears."

He looked into my eyes, and the killing intent disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I swallowed hard and nodded tremblingly.

I think my timid and obedient answer satisfied him, and my tone changed back to the cold and smooth tone before. Although it still sounded uncomfortable, it was much better than the previous threat.

"Then now, please give me a heartbeat..."

what?

Heartbeat?

My heart keeps beating?

wrong!

He just let me go! ?

Just when I was thinking wildly and didn't understand why, he let go of the two hands that imprisoned me, and stood up gracefully.

Then, he put the scissors behind his back, moved his right hand to my chest, stretched forward, and lowered.

…………damn it!What is he doing! ?

He put his hands on my chest! ?

I don't understand what he's trying to do at all...Compared to the lawyer's obscenity and obscenity, his actions don't have any meaning of taking advantage of women at all.

He just simply put his palm on the position of my heart, and that position happened to be the chest of the opposite sex.

He just put his hand on it without any other actions, just like our doctor puts a stethoscope on the patient's heart to record and analyze the heartbeat frequency.

It seems not all, his actions seem to have some purpose, I can feel that it is not the kind between men and women...

"Heartbeat...heartbeat...it's amazing, it's the best sound ever!"

I heard his almost crazy exclamation, and I just felt confused.

This man is a complete lunatic, of course, his clothes and scissor hands can prove it, but his actions and words have deepened my perception of him.

I was pressed on the chair with one hand by him and dared not move. Although this action was indeed a bit more noble and elegant, but I have to deny that I was attacked in the chest, and I still couldn't resist.

This feeling of shame is getting stronger and stronger, almost overshadowing the fear he brought me. I really want to slap his hand off, but my reason tells me not to do it.

He just threatened me just now, and I can't get my scalpel back for the time being-I don't have any capital to resist him.

... hold back.

Hold back!

Fortunately, his action didn't last long.

He pulled his right hand away from my chest, then slowly bent down, and slightly tilted his head to observe my right cheek: "Hmm~~ My name is gone, tsk!"

As soon as the words fell, he maintained a bent posture, stretched out the index finger of his right hand and placed it at the bottom of the mask, and slightly opened it.

Then, I saw a profile emerge from under the mask, with pale skin, red lips, and a sharp chin.

Overall, it's a pretty good looking profile.

I didn't expect him to have such a side face under the mask.

I was very surprised, and I was stunned when I saw his side face.

In my opinion, this terrifying man has a huge sharp scissors hand, can hide his body in the void at any time and become transparent, and he also wears a gloomy, pale, weird mask, such a person... The person actually has a nearly perfect profile.

I stared at him blankly, watching him slowly approaching me, so close that he could directly exchange breaths, so close to zero distance...

He planted a kiss on my right cheek, then pulled his hand away from me, and the mask returned to its original position.

All this happened too fast, and when I realized it, all the pictures returned to their original state.

He was still standing straight, with his scissors hands behind his back, the position of the mask on his face hadn't changed at all, there was no such beautiful profile, and there was no such soft kiss...

Everything is like nothing happened.

He raised his hand and rubbed the nurse cap on top of my head, like touching the ears of a small animal: "Jack, my name, it returned to your face... From now on, you belong to me, cute little white rabbit."

The author has something to say: There are a lot of words today, and the whole process is sweet (heavy fog). I hope you all have a good time watching it.

By the way, my Jack is a real old rascal, hahahahaha!

I wish everyone a happy May Day in advance, and we will see you after the festival.

Don't abandon me~~ Meme (づ￣￣￣)づ