The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Jack reached out to me very slowly, and I stopped with the bandage in my hand, watching his fingers gradually close to my chest, and held my breath.

He doesn't seem to want to continue to grab me and imprison me, but I just took off a coat and untied the belt, and now there is only a nightdress-like dress on my whole body, with a large area of ​​skin exposed, and he hand on my chest...

Although he has done the chest attack many times, although I think if a pervert like him really has any thoughts about me between men and women, he should have implemented it long ago instead of waiting until now...

But when I just watched his hand slowly move over and was about to put it on my chest, it was inevitable that I would still feel a different kind of vigilance and tremor.

I stared at his motionless hand, and when he put it completely on my chest, I saw it make a sudden turn, and then grabbed the little cloak I had thrown beside me and held it in it.

Then he pinched it hard with his five fingers, and the water dripped out of his clothes and fell to the floor of the basement.

His palm is not small, and he is also very strong. With just one hand, he completely squeezed the clothes that I couldn't wring out completely.

When the little cloak he held in his hand stopped dripping, he held the little cloak and put his hand in front of my eyes.

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What should I do now?

He helped me wring the rainwater out of my clothes. According to the normal reaction, should I take the clothes in his hand and say thank you?

But this is too absurd!

This man named Jack, he's the hangman in this game, he has a sharp scissors hand, he's invisible like a devil, he cuts lawyers, he's after me like a hunter imprison me.

So what is he doing now! ?

Like a gentleman, helping a lady who is too weak - that is, me, wringing out the wet clothes! ?

He really is a psychopath!

I stared at the hand he stretched out in front of me as if asking for credit, and then raised my eyelids to look at his face.

At this moment, I really want to take off his mask to see his current expression. I can't imagine what kind of expression he will have under the mask to make such an incredible move.

And when he saw my stiff body not moving for a long time, he stretched his hand forward and put it directly on my face as if urging me.

I had no idea what the right thing to do now was, so I put down the bandages and raised my hand to take the little cloak in his hand.

I looked down at the completely wrung-out clothes in my hand, and my heart was extremely complicated.

The dress is only slightly damp now, not as wet and dripping as before. I think it will dry quickly with a little wind.But after the clothes passed through his hands, it seemed to be started by magic. If I accepted his weird and absurd kindness, it seemed that I would become as weird and absurd as him.

It was true, and I had absolutely no idea how to get along with him.

He is still a dangerous existence. Although he didn't put me in a cage to torture me, I couldn't escape from his side. This is a kind of imprisonment in itself.

But put these things aside and recall carefully, he is more gentleman than those so-called companions, except for grabbing me and preventing me from escaping, he didn't do anything to hurt me.It is precisely because of this that I am still in the mood to wring out my clothes while sitting here, and why I think of dealing with my wound so slowly.

This is not a good sign, I should keep a high degree of vigilance against him, I should be afraid of him to prevent him from resisting him, I should try to observe the surrounding environment and look for opportunities to escape again!

But...opportunity...just thinking about it makes me feel so defeated.

This is the basement, so it is naturally not as open as the outside. It is definitely more difficult to escape than outside, and it seems that he intends to keep guarding me and not give me a chance.

Even if he relaxes his vigilance and allows me to escape, my current physical condition may not be able to escape very far.

It's still dark outside, and the heavy rain doesn't know when it will stop.If I run away from this man, I don't think I can complete the cracking of the cipher machine by myself.

I need help from my companions.

But philanthropists and lawyers are clearly no longer my allies, and it is impossible for me to trust a philanthropist after what he has done to me.

The only person who is more friendly—Miss Gardener, I watched her disappear into the air with my own eyes...

I don't have anyone to count on. Instead of taking the risk to escape, maybe it's better to stay by this man's side.

As long as he stays the way he is and doesn't hurt me, he's definitely friendlier than vicious philanthropists and self-serving lawyers.

I analyzed my current situation, and disappointedly found that it would be more beneficial for me to stay by this man's side and not run away for the time being. This is really a disappointing and depressing current situation.

I sighed a long time in my heart, resigned to my fate, unfolded the twisted cloak in my hand, and laid it flat on the side.

Just as I was picking up the bandage again and trying to treat the wound on my body, Jack put his hand on the hem of my skirt again.

The author has something to say: Jack: Little White Rabbit, what am I yours? ☆ω☆

Emily: You are my 360-degree fully automatic dehydration dryer!Jack brand dryer is a must-have product for home and travel, you are worth having!

Jack: ...

(Pfft hahahaha, I laughed so hard when I wrote it! Hahahahahaha~~~)

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

(づ￣[-]￣)づThanks to "Maruko" for the mines, okay~~