The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

I turned my head slightly, raised my eyelids to look into his pupils, and our eyes immediately met.

He looked at me and wanted me to convey his words to the lady gardener.

I looked at him, didn't choose to follow suit, and expressed my refusal with silence.

We just looked at each other like this, and time seemed to stand still.I don't know what that meant to him, but to me it was a silent confrontation.

Miss Gardener seemed to be saying something, but none of us paid attention to her, no one cared about her at all.At this time, the environment you are in is not important, whether there are people around you is not important, nothing is important, only the confrontation in front of you is crucial.

"...Huh?" Probably after confirming that I would not speak, he made a nasal voice with an upward tone at the end to express his doubts.

I wriggled my lips and said softly, "Can you... put me down?"

"Impossible!" He immediately rejected me, speaking so fast that there was no room for negotiation, "You have already run away many times."

I pursed my lips tightly, and put on a pitiful and helpless look on my face, but in fact, my whole body was already so tense that it was about to break.

This may be my only chance, I must let him put me down first, I don't care where he will go or what he will do to Miss Gardener, even if he must hold me by his side, don't be in such a posture.

Now I have nothing to do, even self-mutilation can't guarantee to give myself a good time, let alone escape.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if there is no chance for me to run away this time, as long as I can land on both legs, it is another kind of success!

"Please, at least let me down and let me deal with the wound, please." I looked into his eyes, hoping that my weakness would respond: "I promise I won't run away again this time, You see, I'm already injured, and I can't run at all."

He stared at me without making a sound.

I met his gaze head-on, and only hoped that he would be a little bit soft-hearted, a little bit hesitant, just a little bit.

This seems like another gamble to me, I hope this is not my illusion, not my wishful thinking... Otherwise, how to explain why he never really hurt me?

But time passed by, he just looked at me, didn't speak, didn't move.

Hope is like a cluster of small flames, and his indifference is like cold water, extinguishing the remaining heat and light drop by drop.

I closed my eyes in despair, almost crying out of sadness.

It's so useless!

I despised myself in my heart, thinking that I was worthless, cowardly and incompetent, lying in the arms of the executioner with a miserable face, as an adult, I actually wanted to cry like a child, it was really useless!

Could it be that showing weakness can soften his heart and make him let me go?

madness!

Just when I thought there was no turning point, he spoke, as if he hesitated and thought for a long time, he finally spoke.

"If... I let you down this time, how will you fulfill your promise?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him with a swipe, and blurted out a series of plans. As long as I can get him to let me down first, I can temporarily agree to any conditions: "I will never run away, I will always follow you, you I will follow you wherever I go, or...or I will walk in front of you, you can always look at me, or—"

Before he finished speaking, he put me down.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I clenched the scalpel in my hand, ready to go.

"I know what you want to do, cunning little white rabbit. It's impossible, no matter where you escape, I will catch you."

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled it out of his pocket together with the scalpel, and I saw the warning in his eyes sharper than the scalpel: "I will keep grabbing With you, you can't escape."

After finishing speaking, he loosened my wrist, took out the scalpel in my hand, and casually threw it aside.

His movements were too fast, and before I could react, the scalpel had already landed on the ground with a "ding".

I opened my eyes wide and stared at him in horror. All the miscellaneous thoughts in my heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After throwing away the scalpel, he grabbed my wrist again and locked me tightly like handcuffs, I saw him tilt his head and pointed at the place where Miss Gardener was standing with his chin , His eyes were fixed on me throughout the whole action, and he didn't even look at the gardener lady who really needed a conversation.

I heard a single syllable spat out from under that pale mask.

"Say."

The author has something to say: Jack: Confiscate your crime tools!

Emily: Don't do it, don't do it!I will also confiscate your crime tools!

Jack: ...

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