The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Crying is a way of expressing emotions, and there is no harm in it except that it may seem to some people a way of being weaker and weaker.

It can even be said that this is the simplest and most effective way to relieve stress and negative emotions.

Of course, except for crying so hard that you can't stop the incessant twitching and choking after crying, it's a really great way to do it.

The basement is still the same as it was when I first saw it. The candles are dim, oppressive and gloomy, and there is a cool breeze blowing through the vents. Nothing has changed.

But the difference is my mood at this moment and the atmosphere that seems to have changed dramatically.

The current posture of Jack and I can be said to be very weird - Jack is sitting on the iron cage where I was sitting just now, with his right hand tightly embracing me, and I am sitting on his lap, still maintaining the same posture as before. On his chest buried in his arms pose.

My whole face was pressed against his left chest, and my hands were placed on both sides of my cheeks. Except for a ray of yellow light passing through the gap between my fingertips, my eyes were completely dark.

I closed my mouth tightly, trying to keep my uncontrollable hiccups from being so loud.

There are only a handful of times I have cried so badly since I grew up, but there has never been a time like this one.

A different kind of embarrassment, annoyance and complicated emotions replaced all the fear and fear just now. I really hope that the person who cried like a fool and is still sobbing is not me.

The crying stopped gradually, and reason gradually returned to my brain, but I still stiffened and maintained the current awkward posture, not knowing how to face this man who held me in his arms.

No matter what, I couldn't believe that this cold and hard embrace would become a place for me to vent my emotions. This terrifying and dangerous man actually hugged me tightly like a lover and let me cry loudly.

No matter what, I couldn't believe this fact... But in the blink of an eye, the person who needed to be appeased changed from an angry and disaffected Jack to an emotionally broken me.

Jack put his right hand on my back and patted me every now and then.I buried my face in his chest, motionless, bewildered.

After a while, I heard Jack humming softly, looking very relaxed: "啦——————"

...is the familiar ballet Swan Lake.

Different from the gloomy and slippery ones of the previous few times, when I stuck to his chest, I could hear the beautiful tone from his chest more clearly. If you ignore the source of this singing voice, it is indeed very pleasant to listen to.

His humming seemed to let me find a way to avoid embarrassment.

I pretended to raise my head from his arms very naturally, deliberately ignoring our weird postures and more ridiculous ways of getting along, just looking at him like an ordinary person to cover up my complicated and embarrassing mood.

The moment I raised my head from the darkness, I felt the dim candlelight glaring slightly, and subconsciously squinted my eyelids.

Sure enough, another bad thing about crying too hard is that now I feel that my eyelids are swollen like they are filled with water.

After getting used to the dim candlelight in the basement, I pretended to be natural and asked in a low voice: "Last night, that person wandering in the corridor humming, is that you?"

I heard my sobbing voice, I felt weak and useless, and the crying voice that hadn't completely faded was easy to bully. Speak at this time.

Jack naturally stopped humming after hearing my question.

He kept staring at me, and slowly replied: "It's me. So, you discovered my existence last night? I thought you only noticed me during dinner today... It's really shocking." Surprise! You really should belong to me, little white rabbit!"

I squirmed my lower lip, but I didn't say what I wanted to refute.

I don't want to provoke him, after all, I can't guarantee that I will be able to comfort him next time, although this time I don't know how Jack calmed down his anger and comforted me...

I always feel that his attachment to me is not as simple as simply wanting to "listen to the heartbeat". After all, no matter what method is used to force me, I am powerless to resist.

But he...he treats me more like an ambiguous lover. Although he is still cruel and terrifying, he is a genuine demon pervert, but he seems to be a little too tolerant to me...

Do not!

I think this is probably an illusion!

When I think of these things, my mood becomes more complicated and flustered.I didn't dare to continue to look at him, my eyes swept around the entire basement, but I didn't dare to continue to look directly at him like before.

I just didn’t expect that I actually found something that I had neglected by accident. At the bottom of the wall on the left, there was a brick-red wooden box. It was not big, about a little bigger than a pillow. But the color is still quite conspicuous.

In order to change the subject to cover up my embarrassment and inner panic, I asked indiscriminately, "What... is that box?"

Jack turned his head and followed my gaze.

His tone was a little disdainful, and he turned back to me and asked, "Tsk—you want to know?" His sudden change of tone made me feel that I shouldn't ask further, but I also had a premonition that it would change his attitude. Something should have some unusual use.

For example, the bright red chair that sent Miss Gardener to heaven...

I pursed my lips, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"In there... Oh! But I don't want to tell you, you always want to escape from me! Heartbeats don't lie!"

Jack's refusal with a warning made me tremble in my heart, but I sensed sensitively from his words that the existence of that box is absolutely extraordinary, it must have some important function, maybe...maybe it will become The key to my next escape!

I lowered my head and restrained my emotions deliberately, for fear that my little thoughts would be noticed by him, so I forced myself not to think any further.

He just said "heartbeats don't lie"?

I don't know if he can actually sense truth and lies in my heartbeat, but I figured I'd better not take the risk.

I raised my head to look at him again, and was thinking about how to tactfully express my desire to let him let go of me, when suddenly, I heard an extremely small voice.

"Click-"

I frowned and looked around the entire basement.The sound was erratic and extremely faint. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I also felt a little unexpectedly familiar...

This... doesn't seem to be coming from the basement.

Jack also seemed to have heard the faint voice. He raised his head and looked in a certain direction outside, and his tone suddenly became very nasty and dissatisfied: "Tsk - these stinky rats in the gutter have not stopped at all!"

At this moment, all the neurons in the brain seemed to be connected suddenly, and I immediately understood what the familiar, subtle sound just now meant.

This is... the third cipher machine, and it was successfully deciphered! ?

After staring for a long time, Jack slowly turned his head back to look at me, and I saw an evil and crazy storm in his eyes that were different from ordinary people's pupil color: "Little White Rabbit, shall I take you to kill people?"

The author has something to say: The scenes in these two chapters are probably...

Emily: Bad guy!Actually murdered me!Woooooo~~ I'll cry for you!

Jack: Oo!What should I do if the little white rabbit is crying fiercely by me! ?Hurry up and hug her!Second Olympic!Why is she so cute when she cries! ?Don't want to let go!

Emily: Woooooo~~ I can’t stop crying, it’s so embarrassing (*////ω////*) I don’t want to see anyone~~

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