The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

When I realized that Jack might be trying to kill the philanthropist, I ran to him.

"Forget it, you don't have to do this! No one here can save him, he lost too much blood and can't survive." I bumped my head on Jack's lower back, and reached out to wrap my arms around his abdomen from his back, He said in a muffled voice, "Let's go, shall we?"

Jack was stiffened for a moment by my sudden hug. He probably didn't expect me to show mercy to a person who abused me in this way.

I didn't expect that I would take the initiative to hug him...

Jack slowly put down the scissors, and his sharpness slowly faded before my eyes.

He turned around and hugged back with only his right hand.

I looked up into his eyes in his arms and repeated: "Let's go..."

Jack looked at me for a while, reached out and rubbed my white hat, then went around and took my hand that was still on his waist, and I held him obediently.

I glanced at the philanthropist lying on the ground, dying, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die.

The places where the philanthropist had struggled were all stained with blood, and the wound on his back became worse because he kept rolling on the ground.

Although those wounds are long and deep, in my opinion, there is still hope.

Unfortunately, he lost too much blood, which is usually a relatively serious trauma, and he needs to be rescued for a blood transfusion immediately, otherwise he will die due to excessive blood loss and a sudden drop in body temperature.

Here, however, there is nothing.

Dissuading Jack not to give him the final blow and let him fend for himself here is out of my rational consideration of such a game, and it should be regarded as the last bit of mercy to the philanthropist.

If he's lucky, the lawyer might come back to save him.

But this possibility is really too small.

Let’s not talk about the fact that the philanthropist wanted to take the map and leave the lawyer behind after seeing the lawyer injured.

Just now, why the two of them parted ways after deciphering the cipher machine is also very interesting.

I think that as a lawyer, the possibility of coming to save the philanthropist is really very small.

Even if he came, there wasn't much he could do.

After all, in this game, I am the doctor!

If the philanthropist hadn't hit me, I wouldn't have used all the bandages I had on myself, and I wouldn't have kept that bottle of hemostatic in the basement.

If he hadn't been exposed so quickly by pretending to beg us for a while, he probably wouldn't be what he is now.

However, where are there so many ifs?

If there is, then the biggest if is that none of us should come to this eerie and terrifying manor, let alone participate in this game.

Jack led me and took a few steps first. I followed his movements and turned around, not wanting to pay attention to the still angry abuse from the philanthropist behind me.

However, just two steps away, just when I thought this bloody and cruel scene was about to end, there was a hysterical roar from behind.

"Emily! You're never going to get out of here, I have the map of that idiot Freddie Riley, you two - ahem! You're never going to get out, I'm waiting to see you This fucking fate! Hahaha—”

My footsteps stopped.

Jack reacted more violently than I did.

He turned around directly and wanted to go back and wipe the philanthropist's neck. I grabbed him and walked forward firmly without looking back.

As we left, the chants of the philanthropists grew quieter until they were completely inaudible.

The night here is still so dark, so cold, and the cool wind blows and invades people's hearts.

I closed my eyes, slowly feeling all the darkness and coldness in front of me, and couldn't help asking myself the question that I couldn't escape anymore.

Will my dawn really come?

The author has something to say: Emily: About where to go...

Jack: Of course it ran into my arms and into my heart!