The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

However, I didn't have much chance to think about it.

After seeing the direction in which these traces finally pointed, Jack directly pulled me directly along one of the traces to find the past, and his movements were very neat without any hesitation.

He didn't seem to care who the man he found was.

Right.

He had shown mercy to no one but me, and it made no difference to him who was the first to be found.

Jack led me away very fast. Compared with the previous speed, I feel that this is the speed he should have.

To him, the speed of walking with me before is probably the slow state of walking in his own garden.

But this is a bit difficult for me.

Since we were still holding hands, I had to start trotting to keep up with him.But even so, I was barely able to keep up with him without being pulled too hard by him.

I put the other hand on our hand and pulled back hard, raised my head, and opened my mouth to make him slow down a little.

I put my eyes on him, but found that through his body, I could just see the ruined walls, dead trees and weeds not far away.

Those scenes appeared on his body bit by bit like speckled fragments.

As we move fast, the scenes in those fragments are constantly changing.

Looking at it so closely, I found that the positions of the gradually transparent fragments on Jack's body were not fixed.

They seem to be constantly swimming on Jack's body.

In this second, this place gradually becomes transparent, and it will return to the previous normal state after a while, while the other place will gradually change from the transparent state to normal.

He's gone invisible again! ?

After staying in the basement with him for so long, I never saw him disappear again. I almost forgot this terrifying scene!

Although I had already seen it when we met for the first time, I was still unavoidably frightened now.

This supernatural phenomenon that cannot be explained by science is so close to me.

I took a deep breath, and immediately shut my mouth tightly, not daring to speak.

Intuition tells me that Jack in this state is very dangerous!

I cautiously looked up at his face.

Sure enough, the pale mask and the black top hat on his head also began to become mottled and transparent.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his left eye, which has become extremely evil and terrifying at this time.

I immediately lowered my head, and tremblingly glanced at our handshake from the corner of my eye——

Fortunately, the hand he was holding me was still normal and intact, and there was no change that could not be explained by science.

I kept my head down and looked at the stone road passing by quickly under my feet, and I no longer dared to glance around at him, for fear of seeing something abnormal again.

I was powerless to prevent the next thing from happening, the only thing I could do was to pray for a little bit that the unlucky guy who was found by Jack had better not be a lawyer with a map.

After all, that map is really important.

"Ha - I found it." Just when I was trying to keep up with Jack's head down and his thoughts, I heard Jack say such a sentence.

He stopped suddenly, but I still maintained the inertia of moving fast, and was staggered two steps forward by the unexpected pause.

Just when I was barely able to stabilize my body and had no time to react to the situation in front of me, I saw a sharp cold light flashed from the corner of my eye, and with a "buzz", it cut the air with the momentum of a broken bamboo board.

The moment Jack raised the knife and dropped it, a male scream pierced the sky.

The lingering sound is curling and shocking.

Everything happened so fast!

In the blink of an eye, before I could stand still, see the surrounding environment clearly, and realize that there were still people here, Jack kept holding my hand and directly chopped down a person! ?

I immediately turned my head to look at the source of the scream.

In a small weedy clearing, a man in a battered flat-brimmed hat turned his back on us.

He knelt crookedly on the wet stone road, he didn't look back, he struggled and wanted to stand up and continue to run away.

I saw his gray-brown linen clothes become dirty and muddy, five knife marks of different shades stretched from the middle of his back to the back of his thighs, and the longest wound went directly to the unfortunate guy's knee socket.

Jack's scissors were indeed extremely sharp. Not only did they tear through the wear-resistant fabric, but they also directly chopped off the intact flesh on the man's back, just like the broken fabric.

A trickle of blood spurted out from these deep wounds, soaking his entire body at once.

The bright red blood fell drop by drop on the stone road, smudged on the wet ground, and bloomed cruel blood flowers.

Jack slowly raised the huge scissors hand and swung it. The cold light flickered on the tip of the knife a few times, and a few drops of blood sticking to the blade flew into the darkness along with the movement of his hand.

Jack kept holding my hand without letting go. His thumb rubbed my crotch delicately a few times, then raised his right foot, and took me calmly to the place where he had realized that he could not stand up. Those who continue to escape go.

In the dark and silent night, the cool wind blew by, bringing with it a clear sense of humidity and the smell of rust.

It's the smell of blood, and as a doctor, I'm familiar with this vague smell.

In addition to the sound of the wind passing by my ears, I also heard the sound of my footsteps following Jack, stepping on the wet and water-logged stone road very slowly, with subtle splashes.

Of course, here, the most obvious thing is the panting and struggling sound of this kneeling man.

I can feel the resentment and despair in it.

He didn't give up struggling until we circled in front of him and blocked his crawling path.

I turned my head to look at the man's face——

Sure enough, I guessed correctly, this unlucky man... is really a philanthropist!

The author has something to say: Don’t pay too much attention to why Jack cut down the philanthropist~

If it had to be true, it would have been Jack who had been slashed and the philanthropist shaken by bad luck.

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I haven't written for several days and I feel a little lacking.I want to ask you a question, just... If you drive, where is the best choice?

Even if you play in the wild, the first experience is still indoors.

If you have any ideas, cuties, you can tell me. I will write it as a side story for reference and send it out after the main text is finished.