The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

"uh-huh?"

Jack stared into the distance, holding my hand and walking forward unhurriedly.

I feel that he doesn't seem to be very interested in my question, and this question is a little perfunctory.Sniffing, a little unsure whether to continue asking.

This is a question that has nothing to do with the game.

Also, that piece of wood looks like it was a long time ago, so even if you know the answer, you can't change anything.

But the name on it... I feel very concerned when I think about it.

"There's me on it—" I was going to ask again, but when the words came to my lips, I originally wanted to say "my name and your name", but when I remembered the deep kiss that made people blush and heartbeat before, what did I say? speak out.

I changed the wording, and then asked: "There is... your name, do you know it?"

Jack's footsteps paused slightly. In the darkness, I saw that he just looked down and glanced at me, and even omitted the movement of bowing his head.

Kind of weird.Jack, he's... not paying full attention to me like before.

He didn't answer my question directly, but asked me back as he walked, "Why?"

I looked at his profile, where there was a small patch of skin that wasn't completely covered by the mask.I began to fantasize involuntarily again, at this moment, under the mask, all the possible expressions on that beautiful face.

But I can't figure it out at all.

This makes me feel a little annoyed, why do I have to be obsessed with something that has nothing to do with the game?

If I can escape from here, then everything here has nothing to do with me, including that piece of wood, and including Jack.

If I am unfortunately left in this manor, then even if that piece of wood has some indescribably subtle connection with me and the man beside me, I will be powerless to change anything by then.

I lowered my head and didn't make any more sound.

Along the way, Jack led me through the broken ruins.

In my opinion, these broken walls are not much different from those I have encountered before, and I may pass by them in the process of running around.

I can't recognize them, and my understanding of them is still "although they are different in height, but the degree of damage is similar, so I can't distinguish any subtle differences to judge the unknown direction".

After waking up from here, I saw many ruins like this. After walking for so long, I still can’t tell which is which. Once I enter, I don’t know where I am.

But Jack seems to be the exact opposite of me.

He led me through it without any confusion. No matter how he turned around these obstacles, he was walking in one direction with a very firm goal.

Just as my thoughts were wandering, Jack stopped suddenly.

I immediately looked up at him, a little in disbelief, did I find a philanthropist and a lawyer so quickly?

I looked around, and there were still dazzling ruins around. I didn't see anyone?

I turned to look at Jack, puzzled.

Jack took my left hand, turned his body slightly to face me, and asked, "Why don't you talk? I like to hear your voice."

I blinked and sighed, not knowing why I suddenly felt a little tired.

I said nothing, and looked down at the white moccasins on my feet.

I remember when I first came here, these shoes were still very clean.I rubbed some lanolin on it when I was out the door a week ago, and the leather had a nice soft sheen to it.

But now, the milky white leather is covered with traces of mud, dirty and muddy.There is still a small deep scratch on the back side of the left foot, and I don't know when it was made.

I lowered my head to let Jack look at me, pursed my lips tightly, and just didn't want to speak.

Seeing that I lowered my head and ignored him, Jack was not angry. Instead, he told me what he had asked before, as if explaining to appease: "I only heard that there was an unfinished wedding there, and the bride disappeared, and then here It's wasted."

I thought his words were a bit strange, so I asked in a low voice: "I heard? Who are you listening to? Is there anyone else here besides you? Is it a maid?"

He didn't answer, there was a moment of silence.

But I want to know the answer.

I looked up to see if he was getting impatient with my question.

The moment I looked up, his eyes suddenly hit my pupils, and our eyes met.

He...wasn't impatient, but the way he looked at me was very complicated, I can't describe it, and he always felt a little dangerous.

He just looked at me like this for a long time without opening his mouth. Just when I thought he would not explain any more, I heard his voice floating out from under the mask.

"Here... there are some people like me, although there is no communication between us..."

like him?

I immediately remembered the person Miss Gardener said she was looking for.

I moved my lips, and I wanted to ask some more detailed questions, but before I had time, Jack started threatening me again.

He raised the huge sharp scissors hand to the same height as my height, then shook it fiercely, and said: "If there is no way to keep you by my side, I will personally send you to the chair and fly back to the manor. But the next game...you won't be so lucky to meet me."

Is it lucky to meet him?

Some irony, but he is also right, the facts seem to be the case.

To be able to meet him in this game, and not be killed by him in the first place because he became the "most special existence" to him, is a blessing among misfortunes.

But I can't feel lucky.

This is not what I want.I don't want this kind of preferential treatment, I just want to get out of here.

Licking my lips, I changed the subject: "If you find Freddie Riley and Kreacher Pearson, you'll make them like Miss Emma Woods—"

Thinking of the scene where Miss Gardener sat on the chair and went straight to the sky, that gorgeous and weird fireworks feast, I still have sympathy and can't help shaking.

After calming down, I continued to ask, "Should I let them sit on chairs and return to the manor?"

"I'm more curious about your thoughts. Do you want them all to die? Cunning little white rabbit."

The author has something to say: I'm back!

Thank you very much for your concern and waiting. It is very kind to have you, and I am really touched.

After so many days, I also feel that my mood has calmed down a lot.

I'm also sorry for making everyone wait for ten days, sorry!

terribly sorry!

There is another chapter tonight, please make it up to all the cuties, okay~~