The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

When I was still in that small clinic, I used to fantasize about my life in the future.

In the picture, there is a beam of warm sunshine, which gently falls on the lavender floral bed sheet and passes through the fingertips without any weight.

Pushing open the window, the delicate and bright red roses bloom quietly on the fence like a girl, and two unnamed little birds stop at my window, slowly folding their wings.

No more endless fussing, pointing, chattering from stupid patients...

Although now I am full of scars and have no interest in this kind of life, but no matter what, I will not choose to live in such a place.

A dark and terrifying place-Winton Manor.

"Tap--"

"Tap--"

Empty silence is the most conservative of the words used to describe this place.

In the corridor, the footsteps of my lawyer and I were light and heavy, and slowly overlapped.

The sudden sound of footsteps seems to be stepping on my heart, and the fear is like a tide slowly coming up, making me adjust my breathing involuntarily, trying to make the beating of my heart match the rhythm of my steps, lest there be something else here that should not exist the sound of.

In any case, this dark, seemingly endless corridor gave me a heavy sense of oppression.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes peeping behind him, with malicious intentions.

I tried my best to breathe lightly, my neck was stiff and my eyes were slightly sideways.

In fact, I wanted to go back and make sure there was no one behind, but I didn't dare.

What if I turn my head and actually see something that shouldn't be there?

Fear is always scarier than fear itself.

And darkness gives fear.

All the walls here are covered with flowery and gilded wallpapers, which reflect wisps of dark light under the light of candlelight.

Yes, candlelight.

I think the owner of this manor must have something to hide. After all, a person who can give out such lucrative rewards only uses these tasteless candles in his manor.

"Squeak-qua-qua-qua-"

The ear-piercing friction sound made all the hairs on my body stand on end. Don't these damn guys know how to put a little oil on this door?

It doesn't look like a manor at all, but like a haunted house.

The lawyer closed the door tightly after we came in, and the darkness behind him seemed to be cut off by this door. Although the hall is not much brighter than the corridor, at least there are more candles here.

Invite a lady to enjoy paintings in a dark room?Well, I think only this hypocritical gentleman can do such a thing.

There was a strange fireplace in the hall, and there was a pile of pine logs in it, which was clean and free from ashes.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong, but I still couldn't find that strange point.I'm just a doctor, and it's obvious that I'm not good at exploring unusual ruins in the clues.

There was a dark red Persian rug in front of the fireplace. I had seen dazzlingly intricate patterns on it during the day, but it was too dark now, and all I knew was that I accidentally stepped on it.

Soft.

Forgive my professional habits, the touch under my feet reminds me of a frog in my first anatomy class.

At that time, I didn't dare to face this kind of sticky amphibian. After giving it a knife, I didn't control this powerful jumping guy, and accidentally stepped on it when it was running away.

It didn't have much blood in its body, but unfortunately it still splashed my foot.

I deeply remember that touch, soft.

Even though I can now open a human body with a scalpel without blinking, this memory still makes me uncomfortable.

I hate anything squishy, ​​and in this dark and eerie manor, this luxurious and expensive rug managed to make my mood even worse.

Unless this carpet can be exchanged for a few candles at once.

"Dear Miss Emily Dale, if I remember correctly, you once said you were a doctor, didn't you?" The light reflected on the two thick glass lenses and flashed twice.

I think I'm not mistaken, the way he looked at me was a bit malicious.

But it doesn't matter, in addition to bandages and hemostatic medicine, I also have a sharp scalpel in my pocket.I hope this hypocritical gentleman has some important information to share with me, otherwise I don't mind giving him a knife before he makes any moves.

I think the owner of the manor shouldn't mind, it's just a little lesson, and I won't kill him anyway.

"Yes... yes, Mr. Freddie Riley, do you need help?" I tried to suppress my impatience.

It's such a hassle talking to a hypocritical gentleman, they're forever putting on a show in front of the ladies.

I don't know what will happen in tomorrow's game. Instead of wasting time with him here, I might as well go back to sleep. Conserving my energy is what I should do now.

"It's really a very powerful profession." Mr. Lawyer hooked the corners of his mouth and continued with a satisfied look, "I'm really glad to meet you here."

"Me...Me too, Mr. Freddie Riley, it's an honor to meet you." I pretended to be the way I should be after being praised, and then quickly lowered my head, not wanting him to notice my impatient expression , "Mr. Freddie Riley, it's too dark in here, I thought, could I..."

"Hush——Miss Emily Dale, look at this painting in front of you, what a charming Venus, I think you must know the great man who created it." This hypocritical gentleman was very displeased. Politely interrupted me, and continued his exaggerated performance.

Well, I already know you want to give me some digressions, if only to jump from the painting itself to the more boring author, so can you hurry up.

I turned to look at the painting.It's beautiful, Venus and her nine muses are beautiful, and just by looking at the engravings on the frame of this painting, I can tell that it's worth a lot, let alone the painting itself.

Surprisingly, I just found it even weirder.

The furnishings in this manor show how rich his owner is, but there are only a few of us left in the whole manor except for a few servants. The owner of the manor asked us to gather here with an invitation letter, but He himself never showed up.

Forget it, that bonus is the most important thing.I turned my head away, unwilling to look or think any more.

There is a tall window outside the hall, and the tree branches outside the window have lost all their leaves, leaving only sharp branches bare.

The night made them look like ghosts holding sharp knives, peeping at the people in the room with malicious faces, as if they were going to rush in the next second.

I didn’t dare to look any more, so I immediately pretended to be interested and looked into the lawyer’s eyes, pretending that the window had never appeared in my line of sight, and answered his question just now: “Yes…it’s Edward Burne-Jones, isn't it?"

Even though the man in front of me looked like he was about to start a tirade to show off his talents, I still had to cooperate with his performance.

It's ridiculous to say that if I really want to go back to my resting place from here, I dare not go through that bottomless corridor alone. This is one of the few values ​​​​of this hypocritical gentleman.

So, can you just tell me what nonsense you want to say! ?

"Oh, yes, you are a very learned lady doctor. This great gentleman was once a fellow of the Royal Academy of Arts, but it is a pity that he only exhibited one painting there before quitting. Oh ...I shouldn't have said this to you, this is not a good sign for us, after all, only one person can win the game."

I wanted to laugh when I heard these words unexpectedly, so Mr. Hypocrisy Lawyer, you are finally going to use an incomprehensible and lame beginning to draw out the main topic, right?

I cooperated and pretended to be caring: "This is just a game, Mr. Freddie Riley, you don't need to be so nervous."

But unexpectedly, I seem to see the contempt for me in the expression of this lawyer. It is not bright here. Am I wrong?

Before I could take a closer look, he had already changed his face and said to me pitifully: "Miss Emily Dale, if something unexpected happens in tomorrow's game, you can still care about me as much as you do now." me?"

I was not very happy with a downcast face. This NPC didn't sleep at night, and used the excuse of admiring paintings to drag me to a place where I couldn't see my fingers. Did he want to talk about love with me?

This boring idiot.

Apparently he didn't see my impatience and displeasure, and continued to chatter: "If you can use your professional advantages to love me... I mean in the game tomorrow night. It must be very easy for you .I know you want to win, and I have something here that will interest you if you--"

"Tap--"

"Tap--"

"Ta-ta-"

The sound of hollow footsteps outside the corridor interrupted our conversation.

The voice came from far to near, gradually clear with echoes, and finally stopped outside the door of the hall, unhurriedly, only a few steps away from us except for a door.

In the dark and silent corridor, this voice is slowly oppressing from a distance, it is like a talisman to me, the darkness that I try to ignore, the tree shadows outside the window that I pretend not to see, and The sound of footsteps made me want to escape even more.

The uneasiness in my heart was magnified infinitely. Maybe I was wrong from the beginning when I came here.

"Squeak-qua-qua-qua-"

There was a harsh friction sound, and the door was opened.

The author has something to say: Regarding the painting of the Realm of Venus mentioned in the game, there is too little information on the Internet about the author and the interpretation of the painting itself. I hope there is nothing wrong with Baidu Encyclopedia. If Anyone who understands children's shoes can leave a message directly, thank you.

Let me know if you find it scary, I will try to make this article more exciting.

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Write a cute little theater:

"Squeak-qua-qua-qua-"

Miss Doctor: Jack, the door is open, I'm afraid.

Uncle Jack: It's okay, just pretend it's a duck outside.

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The beginning of the next chapter will be quite scary, so be prepared, everyone. (cross out)