The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Jack?

It's such a common name.

When my life was fairly ordinary, in the days when I provided medical services to the outside world, I met many people named Jack, some were patients, some were family members, all kinds of people, and they had nothing special except the same name. place.

And in this game, on this dark, rainy night, the name Jack is utterly terrifying to me.

Whether it was the "Jack" with my name on my face before, or the "Jack" on the wedding plank, and now this Jack holding me like a shackle, it is a nightmare that I will never forget.

I think even if I can escape from here by chance, I think this name will haunt me like a nightmare, until I die!

Jack the Ripper?

That's not the answer I want to hear.

Is there any difference between the Ripper and Scissorhands?

I don't think so, both are equally terrible.

What I want to ask is why he is in this game and whether he will hurt me.I want to ask him if he can let me out of here.

But all these questions can't be asked, the courage like before seems to be a one-time straw paper, and it can't be used anymore after it's used up.

After introducing himself, Jack put down his huge scissors hand, put it on his back again, then grabbed my wrist again with his right hand, stood up straight and said to me: "Come on, didn't you say you want to treat the wound? ?”

He pulled me back and turned to the previous basement. I stood at the entrance of the basement, looking at the darker stairwell in front of me, and I resisted going down.

But my strength to resist was too insignificant for Jack, he held me as easily as holding a small chicken.

The oppressive feeling that I had lying in Jack's arms and watching the ceiling rise bit by bit surged up again. I sniffled and leaned against Jack involuntarily.

When I realized that I was too close to him, I quickly distanced myself from him.

Jack seemed to be a little uncomfortable by my active approach. I don't know if it was my illusion. I felt his hand holding me loosen slightly, and then tightened a little in an instant.

"We'll be there soon, it's not so dark down here, um... and there's no rain, you can take care of your injuries."

I didn't say a word, his concern came too abruptly, and it seemed to me that he was a bit malicious.

Fortunately, this dark stairwell is not as long as I imagined. The darkest place is a right-angled corner. After turning this corner, the stairs are not long, and the hall is much brighter.

However, I didn't feel relaxed because of this, and even more nervous.

The basement of this church is indeed more terrifying than I imagined!

The first thing I saw were two tall, dark red tin cabinets, the kind I hid outside before and then got caught out again.

The two cabinets stood close together at the end of the stairwell, guarding the final entrance like two ferocious Rakshasa.

I was taken aback when I first saw it, I pursed my mouth and took a sharp breath through my nose, and managed to stabilize my mood of going back.

However, the more frightening thing is yet to come.

After going down the stairs, I made another turn, and I saw four big red leather chairs lined up on the right side against the wall.

After seeing the scene where Miss Gardener sat on such a chair and spiraled into the sky, seeing so many chairs here, it would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.

That's not all, it's on the wall directly opposite these chairs—no, it can't be called a wall, it's just a huge cage.

The whole side is covered with black iron railings, which are as high as a cage and inserted directly into the ceiling of the basement. The side of the black railing is very dark inside. I can’t see what’s inside. place.

In the corner of the railing wall, there are several iron mesh cages scattered upright. The height is about two meters, and the space is just big enough to hold... a person.

Many iron chains and shackles were hung on the surrounding walls, and there was a black hook embedded in one of the iron chains, and the tip of the hook seemed to be shining sharply.

The candlelight in the basement was still bright, but it was shaken by the wind in the ventilation duct, and the shadows of the cages also shook, which was very eerie and terrifying.

I gasped, took two steps back, and bumped into Jack who was standing behind me at some point. He was still holding my wrist, and the cold and pain traveled all the way from where he was holding me. heart.

Why did he bring me here?

How in the world does he want to torture me?

Are you trying to put me in a chair after playing with it in a cage?

I immediately turned around and looked at him in horror. Is this person finally going to punish me for deceiving him?

Jack let go of me, held my shoulders and turned me around a half circle to face the entire basement again. I heard his bantering voice, which was as slippery and cold as ever.

"See those chairs? Which would you like to sit on?"

The author has something to say: Jack: Which one do you want to sit in?Choose neither?Then... sit on my lap.

Emily: No!No no... I'd better choose one.

Jack: (╬￣dish￣)