The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

I feel Jack's cold fingers running over my face.

Unexpectedly, I remembered the scene when we first met...

At that time, I just woke up from the cemetery, and the name on the tombstone was still printed on my right cheek, and that name happened to be his name——JACK.

No wonder he keeps touching my face.

He probably likes to see his name on my cheek, as if my face is really his property if I have a mark related to him.

I became aware of it when I least expected to think of it.

If there hadn't been that accident back then, maybe he wouldn't have shown mercy to me, maybe I would be the one lying on the ground begging for help...

Do not!wrong!

In the middle of the night last night, I was lying in my room and heard him humming in the corridor, probably at that time he had already set his sights on me.Or he figured out that I was different to him earlier than I thought.

I have been in this weird manor for a whole week...

Jack was obviously not satisfied with my mind-wandering at such a critical moment, he pinched my face slightly, and made a strong nasal voice: "Huh?"

I immediately came back to look into his eyes, swallowed a bit, and asked in a low voice: "Whatever I say, so be it?"

As soon as the words came out, the philanthropist lay beside him and begged even harder.

However, Jack and I never paid attention to him, as if we were not the one who decided life and death with one or two sentences.

Jack kept staring at me, forcing me to make a decision.However, how do I know if he is testing my attitude again this time?

He always asks me questions like this, and no matter if I answer or not, no matter what my answer is, it won't change his mind.

What he wants to do or will do.

I am not a person who repays evil with virtue. As a doctor, I am used to seeing life and death, and I don't care about other people's life or death at all.

Besides, the philanthropist has never treated me preferentially. He hurt me and betrayed me. If he died directly like this, I would not have any sympathy.

But compared to the personal vendetta between me and him, I think it is more important to use him to let him play a role in deciphering the cipher machine, so as to buy me a chance of escape.

This is the goal of all of us, and it is so important that I can temporarily ignore the grievances between us. This alone can make me choose to save him.

But the crux of the matter is not here.

Whether Jack is really letting me make a decision at this time is still unknown. According to the previous experience, he is probably just teasing me and testing me.

Jack nodded slightly after hearing my question.

My lips trembled, and I couldn't think of what to say to make the best choice for myself.

The wind is blowing.

On a dead tree not far away, I saw a black crow standing on the bare tree branch, blending into the darkness.

In the distance, there is constant darkness.

The dense fog gradually thinned, and the veil-like condensation also dissipated.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that it exhausted everyone's patience.

I glanced over at the philanthropist.

Thinking about how to tactfully say the words of pleading for him, so that Jack can let him go without angering Jack.

However, it seems to be a step too late.

I saw that the begging in the eyes of philanthropists gradually faded over time, and was replaced by fierceness like burning a boat.

At the moment when I turned my head indifferently and stopped looking at him, the hope of survival in his eyes seemed to be completely dragged down by my indecision.

"Emily! I knew you wouldn't let me go!" The philanthropist suddenly yelled at me crazily, with foul words: "You bitch! You think you will let this devil go if you give yourself up to me!" Have you ever done it! You are a good whore! Despicable!"

I frowned fiercely, completely unable to understand that a philanthropist would say such words at such a critical moment.

He is tantamount to suicide!

After hearing the philanthropist's insults, Jack immediately let me go, took a big step, and stepped on the philanthropist's injured and bleeding leg.

The philanthropist cursed and turned his tone instantly. Like a duck that had been strangled by its neck, he let out a miserable howl of excruciating pain.

However, he began to roll back and forth on the ground in pain, and did not stop cursing at me: "You vicious woman! Emma Woods was killed by you, didn't you!? Freddie Riley and I listened See her screams! You—ah!"

It turned out that they also saw that gorgeous and weird fireworks feast, and they also heard the screams of Miss Gardener when she spiraled into the sky.

It turned out that when the philanthropist saw me standing next to Jack safe and sound and holding hands with him, what he imagined was the cause and effect! ?

He thought it was like I had made some dirty deal, that I could survive by surrendering myself to Jack.

He thought I had assisted Jack in killing Miss Gardener after dedicating myself to Jack.

He thought I was an accomplice in hunting him down and beating him up.

Therefore, on the premise that he betrayed me first, after I gave him a cold look and then turned my head, he took it for granted that what I said next would be something like "kill him for revenge".

incredible!

Things turned out like this!

If I were to reverse his situation, I'd be less likely to believe that he would let go of his grievances and choose to save me.

But all I wanted was for Jack to let him go.

Although I didn't forgive him for pity him, and my purpose of saving him was not pure and unpraiseable, but I did take the risk to think about how and how to save him by Zhou Xuan with Jack.

But I didn't expect him to be so...

I knew he wasn't sincerely begging, but I didn't expect this person to be exposed so quickly, so fast that he himself snuffed out the only hope.

I listened to his cursing at me, stood aside and shut my mouth tightly, changing my decision.

Jack seemed to be playing, stepping on the wounds of the philanthropist who was struggling because of the pain, mercilessly.

More blood flowed from the philanthropist's body, but even such torture still didn't make the philanthropist shut up.

In the end, the philanthropist was lying on the ground dying, his face was pale, his lips were bleeding, and his breath was like a thread.

He no longer has the strength to move, but he still insults me with extremely obscene and dirty words, as if I caused him to be like this now.

During the whole process, he never said a bad word about Jack, the real executioner.

I watched silently and smiled coldly in my heart.

This cowardly man only knows how to vent his dissatisfaction by scolding me, but he has no courage to resist Jack who is tormenting him.

Ah!

Jack was dissatisfied that the philanthropist was still chattering. He seemed to be impatient with the noise. I saw that he finally raised the huge sharp scissors hand, with all five fingers upright, the tip of the knife pointing down, aiming at the philanthropist, saving money. ready to go.

Seeing the moment Jack stretched out his hand, I immediately raised my legs and ran forward.