The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Whenever I was touched by him, the cold touch made me feel like I was kissed by a poisonous snake.

This time is no exception.

He asked me, why did I run away from him?

Ha, what a ridiculous question.

I closed my mouth and rolled my eyes, not bothering to explain.

I didn't answer, and he didn't ask, obviously he was just asking casually, and didn't really expect me to speak.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The dense rain turned into big water droplets, which hit me mercilessly.

In addition to the pain and weakness of the body itself, it is more the cold that pierces the bone marrow brought by the rain and cool wind.

I lay on the ground, stalking my neck and trying not to tremble too much.

He squatted on the ground and looked at me, motionless, and he didn't move for a long time.

Except for the sound of rain, he was as quiet as if he didn't exist.

Just when I thought he wouldn't speak again, he asked, "Is it cold?"

I finally turned my head and looked at him full of doubts, suddenly felt that all this was so absurd!

He could obviously kill me in one fell swoop, it was so easy for him.

But now he was squatting on the ground like a puppy, no longer as dangerous as before, quiet and harmless instead.

He asked me, is it cold?

Of course it was cold, so cold that I felt like I was going to freeze.

But how should I answer him?

Could it be that if I told him I was cold he would give me a blanket to keep me warm?

This question is even more stupid than the previous one.

I really wanted to yell at him.

Whether you want to kill me or torture me, please give me a good time.

This guy asked me this kind of question, and he still used such a tone. Did I let him relax his vigilance because of this?

It's impossible!

We just looked at each other for a long time, like a war without gunpowder, as if whoever speaks first is the loser.

But I was wrong, he didn't expect me to answer the question of whether he was cold or not.

"Tsk..."

I heard him make a very slight sound under the mask, like disgust, but also like helplessness, it disappeared so quickly in the sound of rain, I almost thought I had heard it wrong.

He stretched out his right hand and tucked it under my back to wrap around my upper body. The blade of the scissor hand pressed down against the ground, carefully passing under my legs.Then, with a little force, he easily picked me up from the ground.

His movements were quick, before the scalpel in my hand was taken out, he had already hugged me completely.

I think this is incredible!

This was the second time he hugged me, and his movements were as light and steady as the previous one, and there was no difficulty caused by the change of posture.

The most amazing thing is that the sharp scissors didn't accidentally hurt me at all.

I was lying in his arms, and I didn't understand what he wanted to do with me. Could it be that he was going to change places and start torturing me again?

His embrace was still so cold and hard, it felt like lying on the floor.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is even worse now.

The two rows of buttons on his chest and abdomen just scratched my wound, and the pain made me groan involuntarily.

Then, his movements froze for a moment, as if he was stunned for a moment...?

I looked at his only left eye, and thought it might be an illusion.

After he picked me up, he walked in a certain direction. I could only vaguely recognize the changes in the surrounding environment from the dark rainy night, but I couldn't tell where he wanted to go while holding me.

After walking for a while, he stopped suddenly.

"Do you know what that chair is for?"

When he asked this question, he turned his head slightly and looked at a place, without looking at my face, as if he was talking to himself.

But I knew he was asking me.

I followed his gaze.

In the darkness, a chair leaned against the base of a ruined wall.

The night and fog covered the picture in front of me thickly, and I could barely make out the rough outline of this chair.

I've seen this chair twice, and although I can't see it clearly now, I can basically confirm that it's the kind of bright red leather chair I've seen before.

Its chair is very high and has a strange shape. It seems that there are many such chairs here.

When I withdrew my gaze and was about to remain silent, he lowered his head and stared at me, as if he was asking me for an answer.

I felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, frowned, and replied coldly: "I don't know."

"Heh—" he sneered, his tone quite mocking: "After I put you on it, you'll know what it's for."

The author has something to say: (づ￣￣￣)づ Thank you for the landmine of "asking for kisses, hugs, and holding high", okay~~

(づ￣[-]￣)づThank you for the mine of "The Rhyme of Sunny Sky", okay~~

(づ￣[-]￣)づThanks to "Maruko" for the mines, okay~~

(づ￣￣￣)づThanks to "LGXSHWQC" for the landmines, okay~~