The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

If given another chance, I might still choose to come here.

But I will never go through a dark corridor with an unfamiliar man to discuss a boring painting in a dim hall like now.

The moment the door opened, I couldn't help screaming, I opened my mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

In the darkness, a pale and gloomy woman's face protruded from the crack of the door.

The dim candlelight at the door trembled slightly with her arrival, and the candlelight cast a large sunken shadow on her face. As the candlelight flickered, these light and dark changes made this face even more terrifying.

She looked straight at me and the lawyer, her eyes were dull, as if she was a cold dead person.

"Get out of here immediately!"

The sound came from her chest, like an old and broken bellows, creaking, sharp and piercing, even worse than the friction sound of the door frame, coupled with that gloomy face...

I didn't dare to look into her eyes, I looked at her randomly, subconsciously trying to find evidence that she was still a person.

But in the darkness, I couldn't see any part of her body except this horrible face.

It was as if this long, dark corridor condensed the face, pushed open the door, and came to drive us back into its body.

The lawyer next to me seemed to be frightened, and I heard his breathing stagnate for a moment.

The room was so quiet, I could hear both of us gasping for breath.

"Please leave immediately!"

When I repeated this sentence, I saw her eyes change very obviously. I can't describe the feeling. The candle is too dark. If I read correctly, there is some inexplicable anger and agitation in her eyes. .

Suddenly, she took a step forward.

I saw a hand resting on the doorknob protruding from the darkness. Like that face, it was pale and gloomy, haggard and shriveled.

Her body is finally complete. Although I can't see the outline of the whole body, there is no doubt that she is not a thing with only a face.

Judging from her clothes, she is one of the few servants in this manor.They wear uniforms, which I've seen during the day.

The fear doesn't lessen for me much, but as long as she's human, I think I can handle her.

"I'm very... very sorry, ma'am, we're just here to see the painting, we're leaving right now." I heard my own small voice echoing in the room, like the vibrating echo of a tuning fork, getting smaller and smaller.

"Yes, yes, we will leave immediately." The lawyer also spoke.

He grabbed my arm and walked out the door. I could feel his trembling. Although he restrained himself, I still felt the cowardice of this man.

Useless guy!

******

It was still this dark and dark corridor, but there were three people on the way back.

The maid who looked like a dead man walked in the front.

There's still darkness behind me, but I'd rather it be.

It's better for her to be in the front than in the back. I can't stand that eerie face staring at me from behind. Just imagining that scene makes my hair stand on end and my scalp tingles.

The walking of the three people drove the flow of air, and the candles on the wall shook one after another. The black shadows seemed to have life, twisting and changing shapes restlessly, as if they were clamoring to get out of the wall.

The corridor was still so dark that there was no end in sight, but fortunately I finally walked out.

When the lawyer separated from me, he hooked my palm frivolously with his fingers.

He pushed his glasses, did not speak, and only showed me an ambiguous smile that meant something.

It has to be said that this man looks well-dressed, but he is actually a hypocritical and cowardly villain.

But in society, it is often this kind of person who is more likely to stand out.

But what did he mean by what he just said?

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The silence of the night gave me the calmness to think again.

The room was still dark and uncomfortable, and I listened to my breathing and heartbeat, trying to calm down.

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