The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

The gorgeous fireworks are like a rapidly blooming flower bud, blasting into the sky, radiant and colorful, and still tenaciously blooming in the heavy rain, illuminating the entire night.

But accompanied by the beautiful fireworks, was the horrific cry of Miss Gardener.

I looked at the scene in front of me and was too shocked to speak.

But the man standing next to me obviously didn't have such troubles. He watched this weird fireworks feast and laughed wildly and wantonly.

I recalled everything that happened after I received that invitation letter, and suddenly felt that my life trajectory seemed to have inadvertently turned into some appalling corner, and then it was out of control, and I could never get back on track.

This firework is fleeting, although it is beautiful, it is only a flash in the pan, and it is so short-lived that it is a little fragile, but I only feel relieved when I look at the little sparks that are dying out in the sky.

Only fine rain and thick fog remained in the sky, and Miss Gardener disappeared into the dark sky together with the chair.

The rain is still so heavy, and the fog is still so thick.

As if nothing had happened.

And the man standing next to me suddenly spoke, his voice was like the rain, it was unacceptable when it first appeared, but after getting used to it, he would subconsciously ignore this voice meaning of existence.

"Most of the people who will participate in this game are greedy and obsessive people, trying to get what they want here. But this game has no rewards at all! Not only that, most people will die here... …Ah, that's not a strict way to say it. Those who don't escape will be sent back to the manor, in addition to dying, to participate in the game endlessly until-"

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, and suddenly turned around to look at my side face, his tone became ironic and excited, and the malicious tone made people tremble.

He slowly said two words: "Forever."

forever?

The word "forever" has never been so scary to me as it is now.

In my previous cognition, I even think that "forever" is another interpretation of beauty, such as eternal love, eternal life...

But when the word came out of his mouth, I suddenly felt that there is no fear in the world that can compare with "forever".

My lips trembled, and I wanted to say something, but those words seemed to be sealed, not a single syllable could come out.

He looked at me for a while, then said slowly: "For us, this is a carnival. For you, this is a nightmare. The only way to wake up from this nightmare is Just escape through the gate here. But, you won't have that chance."

...a brainwashing and threatening tirade.

If I knew this before I was caught by him, I would want to escape even more crazily than before, but in this situation... I suddenly no longer have a little confidence in my previous thoughts that I could still escape.

The scene where Miss Gardener sat on a chair and flew into the sky seemed to be a warning, a warning. I even had a feeling that he was trying to make an example to me. If I dared to escape again, my fate would only be worse than that of Miss Gardener Even more miserable.

I can't find any reason to refute him.Maybe, I really can't escape this man.

I stared blankly at the heavy rain in front of me, and a strong sense of frustration welled up in my heart.

But the scissorsman obviously hadn't finished speaking. He bowed slightly facing me, and slowly released the hand that had been holding me, then lifted it up, and finally stayed on my cheek, stroking it slowly and meticulously. my skin.

He has done this action many times, just like I can't understand the meaning of the game he said, and I have no way of knowing why he likes to touch my face so much.

He said, "You belong to me, sweet little white rabbit."

I don't belong to you!

Not even a little white rabbit!

My name is Emily Dale!

I wanted to knock off his hand, wanted to yell at him hysterically, wanted to refute everything he said, but I didn't do anything, I just turned around obediently and looked at him.

On the right side of my body is a cold heavy rain, while on the left is the empty and silent church.I stood in the middle of the scene with a demonic man, under the arch of the church.

Under this not-so-wide arch, he held me back and told me the most terrifying spell in the world.

Amidst the pattering rain, I finally heard my own voice.

"You... who are you?"

I suppressed the fear in my heart and tremblingly asked a question I had always wanted to ask.

Scissorhands seemed a little surprised when he heard my question, he paused for a moment when he stroked my cheek, then he glanced around my face, and slowly lowered his right hand.

Then, he raised the cold scissors hand and put it in front of me, and a cold breath rushed towards my face.

With the change of movements, he showed a sense of formality and solemnity for no reason. The five folding knives linked to his fingers moved in the void from the thumb to the little finger one by one, showing me without hesitation. with his mighty terror.

"I'm the Ripper—Jack!"

The author has something to say: Jack: I am your Uncle Jack~~Little White Rabbit, come, let me show you the long and big baby on my body~~

Emily Dyer: ...Go away!

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