The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

In the dark night, a man is calling my name.

I turned my head following the sound, and saw a figure running from the thick fog of the night.

...is a "philanthropist".

He smashed through the fog and stood in front of me with wisps of cold air.

The moment I saw clearly that the person who came was a philanthropist, I turned my body slightly to block in front of him, took a small step back, and stepped on the wooden board, covering the words on it.

Everything is subconscious action.

I don't know why, but I don't want others to see this board and the words on it.

Before my brain has time to think, my body has already helped me make a decision.

The name on the board is the same as mine.No matter where I see it, I don't care much, and at most I can only sigh that my name is too popular and common.

But here—in this gloomy manor, in this weird game, seeing one's name appear on a piece of wood that has been damaged for a long time, this feeling...

And the above content - not only I have the same name, another name is the name of the scissorhand who chased after me, and the owner of the tombstone who left the mark on my face when I was just awake The name is also the same.

jack.

I can't tolerate that I don't think too much and don't substitute myself. I really can't comfort myself in such an environment without distracting thoughts. Everything is a coincidence.

This place looks like a bottomless black hole, and more and more questions emerge from the black hole.

Who is that man?

How will his presence affect the game?

What is his purpose in chasing me and catching me?

And the gardener...she might not necessarily know less than a lawyer.

I think of the gardener's behavior... the first time I met her here she was looking for people, and the second time in church, she was even more emotional when she heard Jack's presence.

Her goal from the beginning seems to be to find someone in this game.

But it seems that things backfired, that scissorhands was not the person she was looking for.

However, since she knew from the beginning that there was a fifth person in this game, did she know the meaning of the fifth person's existence?

That man with a sharp scissor hand, there are too many unknown factors in him, and he has already threatened my life, I can't ignore it.

"Emily Dale, what's wrong with you! Don't just stand there in a daze! Mr. Freddie Riley is injured and needs your help!"

The philanthropist glanced at the piece of wood I was stepping on, and didn't seem to care too much about it. He looked very anxious, and he was a little breathless when he spoke, obviously he had run for a long distance.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me forward: "Come with me, Mr. Freddie Riley told me to find you. He said that you have hemostats and bandages on you, which can help him. "

what?

The lawyer is hurt! ?

The philanthropist has great strength, he holds me tightly, his palms are rough and his joints are wide.

The moment I felt his hand, I thought it was not the hand a rich man should have.

After all, no matter how much a rich man likes to do charity, he will not do it himself to make his hands look like they are doing rough work.

In fact, there are problems with the external temperament of philanthropists themselves.The lawyer still wears decent clothes to support himself, but he, a true philanthropist, is unlikely to wear more shabby and shabby clothes than normal people.

The main thing is that I happened to bump into him stealing something in the lobby earlier.

... Even the most innocent-looking and kind-hearted lady gardener has secrets. I think the purpose of this person coming here must not be simple.

When I was in the church before, a cipher machine was deciphered, and Scissorhands chased after it, and I had a chance to escape.

The person who deciphered it may be a philanthropist or a lawyer, and of course it is possible that they deciphered it together.

But now the philanthropist came to say that the lawyer was injured, and he came to me specifically to save people.

Does this mean... that scissorhands really wanted to hurt someone?

But is what the philanthropist said true?Should I trust him?

If the lawyer was really injured because of the scissorhands, would I have been more dangerous in the past.

After all, that person threatened me not to run away...

Should we go?

No, you can't just follow him in such a muddleheaded way, at least you have to figure out what's going on.

I pulled my body back, trying not to get carried away by the philanthropist's force.

I asked, "What did you say? Mr. Freddie Riley was injured? What happened?"

The author has something to say: the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep, so he just lay down on the bed and used his mobile phone to code out this chapter.

If you see a cutie, then I have to say, don’t watch it when it’s too late, go to sleep.

By the way, this chapter is written on a mobile phone, and I haven't had time to typeset it yet. It may seem a bit crowded. I will go to the computer tomorrow to get it done.

Thank you for your concern, I am very touched, really, I love you all.

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