The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Outside the church, the sound of the rain did not seem to diminish at all. To make matters worse, the fog became thicker, making it impossible to see the scenery a little further away.

The weather here is too abnormal.Fog is usually produced when the heavy rain is about to end, but the dense fog here persists for a long time, and the arrival of rain makes it thicker and thicker.

The scissor hand grabbed my wrist and stared at me, and a cold and oppressive air current enveloped me instantly.I looked into his eyes, as if being manipulated.

He scratched me, and I wanted him to let go, but the words fell out of my mouth.

I swallowed hard, trying to turn my head away from his gaze, but under his cold gaze, I found that my neck had turned into an old and rusty rotary knob, and this easy movement suddenly became abnormal difficulty.

The cold wind rushed in through the doors and windows of the church, frantically plundering the little heat left on my body.

I didn’t wear much at all, and it was raining again just now, and the wet uniform stuck to my body did not play a role in keeping me warm. The parts covered by clothes made me feel colder than my bare arms and legs , this dress is more like a door opened for the cold wind.

And the warning gaze of the person in front of me was colder than the rain and the cold wind. I was trapped in this pupil with a different color than usual, like falling into an ice cellar, unable to move.

Just when I thought I would freeze to death under his gaze, he let me go.

He stopped looking at me, but turned his head to look at one of the arches of the church, and said again: "Tell her, there is a chair outside that door, as long as she sits on it, she can return to the manor soon. "

The moment his eyes left me, I was reborn like a stranded fish returning to the sea.I hurriedly turned my head to the bewildered Miss Gardener, and conveyed exactly what Scissorhands had said.

After hearing this, Miss Gardener was very hesitant and frightened. She took small steps tremblingly, and moved little by little to the position of the door.

During this period, the scissor hand kept grabbing my wrist. We stood behind the gardener and watched as her footsteps stopped in front of the arch. She held on to the door frame with both hands and did not go any further, just looking out of the church.

"Hmm—"

I heard an extremely disgusting nasal sound above my head.

Scissorhands was very impatient with the gardener's slow movements. I think he really wanted to go up and push Miss Gardener, but because of my existence—in order to hold me back and prevent me from escaping, he had to stand beside me and grab me He stood still and did not step forward.

The gardener lady looked outside the door, then turned her head to look at me, and asked cautiously: "That chair... can I go back to the manor just by sitting on it?"

Actually, I don't know anything, these are what the scissorhands said to me, I looked up at the scissorhands who didn't respond, and nodded uncertainly.

After confirming, Miss Gardener took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to walk into the rain.

Scissorhands grabbed me and stepped forward at once, and we both stopped under the arch where the Miss Gardener had just stood.

I saw a huge rock lying on the ground seven or eight meters away from the door. The night had painted the rock so black that its original color could not be seen.

Sure enough, there was a chair behind the rock, but the rock blocked the complete outline of the chair, revealing only a sharp corner.

But I can still recognize that this chair is the big red leather chair that I have seen many times before. After all, its shape is too peculiar, and it is unforgettable in such a weird and terrifying place.

Miss Gardener was standing next to the chair with her back to us. I couldn't see her expression. Her whole body was almost swallowed by rain and thick fog.

At this time, the Scissorhands standing next to me spoke again: "Let her get into the thorns on the chair, and put her hands into the handcuffs on the armrest."

It turns out that this chair not only has thorns, but also has handcuffs on the armrest.

I looked up at him, he was looking at Miss Gardener, his huge scissors hand stretched out from behind, and was placed under the door frame, five jackknife fingers were poked on the dilapidated wall one by one, poking out five small holes.

His patience reached the limit, so I immediately conveyed his words to the gardener lady standing in the heavy rain.

The gardener lady turned her head to look at me standing in the heavy rain, suddenly showed me an inexplicable smile, and then sat down on the chair very decisively.

The black rocks completely obscured her, and I could no longer see anything but the tip of a chair.

The figure of the gardener disappeared behind the rock, and there was no movement for a while. Through the thick fog, I could only see the tip of the chair above the black rock, without any change.

After waiting for a few minutes, nothing happened.Just when I thought nothing would really happen, Scissorhands spoke suddenly.

His tone was very joking: "Don't you know what that chair is used for? You will know soon."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the chair shot up into the sky like a rocket launcher.

Miss Gardener was sitting on it, and I could barely see a few thorns binding her tightly.At the moment she was taken into the sky, I saw fireworks.

The author has something to say: A minute of silence for Miss Gardener sitting on a chair...

By the way, congratulations, she can go back to the manor to find her father.

huh~~

I finally finished writing Gardener, but I was exhausted.

This is the best ending I can think of for a gardener.Don't hit me if you like Miss Gardener~

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(づ￣[-]￣)づThanks to "He Bingqing" for the landmine, okay~~