The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

Jack started testing me again.

Dark night, breezy.

Although I still feel a little cold, it's much better now than when I was drenched in the rain.

I felt like a rubber band, and the pressure of fear and the absurd and weird environment here made my nerves tense for a long, long time without any relaxation.

So once there is the slightest slack, it will be difficult to return to the previous state of high tension.

This reaction may be theoretically explained as normal.

In ordinary words, if you see a lot of strange things, you don't think it's strange.

As I am now, Jack's threatening temptation is becoming less and less scary to me.

This is probably... the so-called habit?

Before I knew it, I was able to face him so calmly, which is a bit ironic when I think about it.

It seems that everything has become abnormal since that kiss.

To put it too far, the two of us have already communicated deeply with our tongues.And he could have gone one step further. In that case, I have no ability to resist what he wants to do.

I'm so lost between his lips that I might forget to resist if something happens.

But his kissing point is over, so I intuitively become more and more sure of my thoughts.I don't think having him who is so close will really do me any real harm.

Ah!

So ironic!

He was just teasing me, but I had this intuition that I shouldn't have.

I lowered my head again, looked at the hands we held tightly together, and asked in a low voice, "My thoughts...do you really care?"

As soon as I asked this question, I immediately realized that I was very resistant to hearing any answer to this question from Jack.

So I didn't set aside time for him to speak, and continued as if I was asking and answering myself: "I'm just a plaything you imprisoned and used by you to make yourself happy, so why do you care?"

"Forget it." I raised my head again and looked at the dark front, not wanting to explore how Jack would react at this time.

I tugged at his hand, calmed down my emotions, and said, "Let's go, aren't you going to kill someone?"

Jack was silent the whole time and didn't say anything, but I knew he was watching me.

He was led by me and started to walk along my pace.Of course, he walked much faster than me, and walked in front of me in two strides.

Along the way, neither of us spoke again.

Unexpected calm.

I don't want to think about the weird and weird relationship between the two of us now, and I start to observe the surrounding environment seriously.

Among the ruins I passed by, I saw several brick-red tin cabinets, which were the ones I hid in before and were grabbed by Jack.

I also saw two big red leather chairs with weird shapes.

In the corner of a ruined wall, overgrown with weeds, I seemed to see the same brick-red wooden box that I saw in the basement before.

However, the difference is that this box has already been opened.

If I'm not mistaken, it appears to be empty inside.

It may be that the wooden box was opened and there was nothing inside; it may also be opened by someone other than me, and then that person took the contents.

I am of course more inclined to the second guess.

The more irrational something is here, the more significant it is.So what's going on in that wooden box?

I was a little curious, and subconsciously wanted to ask Jack.

But remembering how he teased me when I asked Jack about this before, I pursed my lips, feeling a little depressed.

Asking him directly is the easiest way.

If he is willing to say something, the answer he gets may be more straightforward and detailed than the information I got by looking directly at it.

But if I ask now, he probably won't tell me directly, but will start teasing me again...

I kind of hate the idea of ​​trying to find more clues from him, but intellectually I think this is the most efficient way.

Just when I was thinking about how to get more favorable information from Jack, Jack took my hand and stopped suddenly.

It should be here for real this time.I immediately raised my head and looked around...

nobody?

We are still in the ruins, surrounded by damaged walls, and there are many winding gaps. It is easy to get lost here just by looking at it.

Behind the broken wall directly ahead, I heard the sound of a cipher machine.The vibration frequency is extremely high, and the sound of "didididi" keeps ringing.

I raised my chin and saw a very thin and tall iron rod protruding from the back of the wall, and above that was a transmitter like an antenna.

Very familiar, although I have only seen it once, but its appearance has been deeply rooted in my heart.

It's a cipher machine!

Judging from the frequency of its vibration, this should be the successfully deciphered cipher machine heard in the basement.

This is the third...

As long as two more cipher machines are successfully deciphered, I will have a chance to escape!

"Tsk—you run fast, these rats in the gutter!" Jack ignored the cipher machine. He lowered his head and looked at the ground that had become soaked due to the heavy rain, and there was even some water in some places.

I followed his gaze and found that there were many footprints on the ground, which was very messy.

The footprints do not appear to belong to the same individual, judging by the nuances in size and shape.

This just confirmed my conjecture that the lawyer and the philanthropist were indeed together all the time.

At the corner of this wall on the right hand side, I saw that the traces eventually split into two, going in different directions until they disappeared behind the other wall.

This... doesn't feel right.

The previous rain was heavy, and I have been staying in the basement, so I don't know when the rain stopped.

But judging from these vague footprints, the philanthropists and lawyers should have found it after the rain stopped.

And the time they left...should have left before Jack and I arrived here, it doesn't seem like they left for too long.

Otherwise, the traces of these footprints should have been washed away by the heavy rain long ago, and they would not be as obvious as they are now.

However, from the time we heard the sound of the cipher machine being deciphered in the basement until now, although the time in between was not very long, it was enough for them to leave.

So... why did they choose to stay here after the cipher machine was deciphered?

And what makes me feel very bad is that judging from the footprints on the ground, the philanthropist and the lawyer seem to be heading in two different directions... separated! ?

The author has something to say: I have almost finished writing the content in the manuscript, so as long as there are no accidents in the future, this book will not be interrupted.

Every day around [-]:[-] pm, I will spit out new chapters in the manuscript box.Everyone can eat with confidence without worrying about the problem of getting stuck.

Sorry again for making you wait so long for my own reasons.

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(づ￣￣￣)づThanks to "Evil Man Rabbit Luo℡" for the mine, okay~~ I remember your new name, good boy!