The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

When I woke up from the coma and opened my eyes, everything changed.

I was lying on the ground, with the cold stone road under my body, and a short stone tablet was attached to my right face. Behind the stone tablet was a bare tree with dead branches and leaves.

It must have been lying here for a while, and the first thing I felt after waking up was that my right cheek was a little sore.

I reached out and touched it, and found that there were raised marks on it, like words.

Straightening up his body, he glanced at the words engraved on the stone stele. There were only a few strokes, although they were a little blurry, they were still recognizable.

【JACK】

【1883-1912】

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Tombstone... it's a tombstone!

I've just been sleeping on a tombstone! ?

This terrifies me.

I took a deep breath, jumped up immediately, and after scrambling for two steps, I raised my hand and touched my right cheek again.

On my face... on my face... is a dead man's name! ?

Simply too bad!

Absolutely no normal person can accept such a thing.

I froze where I couldn't believe it, and desperately pressed the raised mark with my fingers, trying to smooth it out.

A black crow standing on the tombstone opened its pointed beak and gave me a strange "dumb" cry, and flew away.

The wings of this crow are surprisingly large, and the black flight feathers are dull.I think that no bird is more the devil's messenger than the raven.

I raised my head in the direction it flew away, and then I realized that this is a large cemetery.All around are black tombstones, high or low, uneven, cold and heavy.

The entire cemetery was eerie and silent.

The sky was still gloomy, the temperature was much lower than during the day, and the wind blowing from nowhere, whistling through between my bare legs, carrying damp water vapor, it was bitingly cold.

It's just me here, just me.

Fear slowly eroded my nerves along with the cold.

Why am I lying in the cemetery?

I remember that I was obviously waiting for the game to start in the hall of the manor, and then...then I heard the singing from last night, and then, a series of abnormal actions by that horrible maid.

Before I fell into a coma, I seemed to see a figure... Maybe it was a hallucination.

I don't want to think about it anymore, the figure of that person appeared out of thin air and disappeared little by little. This is not in line with materialism, and it is not something I can find a scientific theory to explain.

And now that I am in the cemetery, if I think about that weird figure and singing voice endlessly, I will probably collapse right here.

The most important thing now is the game.

I remember that before the coma, the maid said the rules of the game.

...five cipher machines?

...escape the gate?

I think I remember correctly, but I can't figure out what exactly this means?

Damn it, no matter what, I have to leave this cemetery first, it's eerie and scary, I don't want to stay here at all.

There must be someone else here. I can't be the only player in this game.Lawyers, gardeners, philanthropists, anyone, even that dead maid, I have to find them!

Just when I was about to leave, there was a voice singing behind me.Familiar timbre, familiar tune, it comes slowly from far and near, accompanied by the hoarse wailing of crows.

"Bo-la-la-la-loo-"

This is the third time, and this song haunts me like a demon, lingering, and there is no other way but to endure the torment of fear.I turned around, still standing where I was, staring in the direction of the sound, trying to find the damn guy.

There are only graves, crows, and dead trees.

No one is empty.

"Ha——! See who I found first? A poor little white rabbit——" He stopped humming, and the words that came out of his mouth directly broke me.

"Who? Who is it!" I couldn't bear this feeling any longer, and screamed desperately, as if this could drive away the voice that surrounded my ears.

No one answered me.

Suddenly, I felt something poke at my left chest.

Cold, sharp and stinging on my skin.

Like a knife.

"Heartbeat...I can hear your heartbeat. It's been a long time...the most beautiful music in the world."

I had no time to pay attention to that greasy and gloomy exclamation, and lowered my head to look at my chest in fear.

A sharp and cold folding knife, the point of the knife pointed at my heart, and a sharp and cold corner protruded from the bend of the back of the knife...

No, it's not just one, but four folding knives of different lengths, which are also sharp and cold, but the difference is that the other four knives point downward, and the back of the knife is slightly close to my abdomen, which is very cold.

Bone chills.

I straightened my neck and raised my eyes slightly, looking forward along the knife...

God!What is this?

I saw that the five pocket knives were all inserted into the knuckles of the five fingers, and the joints were tightly wrapped with bandages, connecting the palms.

It turned out to be a hand! ?

The length of the jackknife made the hand gigantic and terrifying.

What happened next is something I will never forget.

One step away from me, a person appeared out of thin air.His whole body appeared in the void bit by bit, like a random puzzle, and the outline of his body gradually became solid, gradually becoming complete.

During this whole process, through the transparent part that has not yet fully appeared, he can clearly see the unchanging cemetery in the distance!

The man in front of me has a slender body and straight legs that are a bit slender.He is wearing a black tuxedo, with two rows of dark gold high-end buttons on the chest and abdomen, a tall top hat on his head, and a bow tie around his neck. Inside the tuxedo is a Lolita-style white shirt with stacked lace cuffs The pattern is softly attached to a hand with slender knuckles.

This is his right hand, which is surprisingly normal compared to his left.

He wore a pale, skull-shaped mask on his face. This mask was surprisingly long, covering half of his neck from the brim of the hat directly, and the whole face was covered under the mask, except for one left Eye.

That's right, there is a hole in the left eye of the mask, and I can see his eye with a different color from ordinary people.

This man was the one I saw before I passed out. He looked like someone in high society who was about to attend a banquet.

But I don't feel his nobility at all.

In this quiet and gloomy cemetery, he appeared in front of me in such a strange and terrifying way, poking my chest with a sharp scissors hand, as if he was going to pierce my heart and take away my soul in the next moment. life.

I froze and froze on the spot, rooted under my feet and unable to move, like a cowardly and incompetent prey, waiting to be brutally hunted by the hunter.

I can imagine myself being pierced through my body by this jackknife on my chest.Although I am a doctor, death is indeed something that I have come into contact with more than ordinary people, but this does not mean that I can wait for its arrival with peace of mind.

What's more, whether this guy in front of him is a human or a ghost is another matter.

Facing the words of human beings, I can still take out the scalpel in my pocket and fight hard, but... thinking of the scene just now, how could I deceive myself that he is a human being! ?

"Huh?" He looked up slightly as if he had discovered something interesting, the huge scissors hand slowly moved up from my chest, the back of the knife swam to my collarbone, and slid across my neck.

Finally, with the palm of his left hand facing upwards, five pocket knives stood upright, and the tip of his index finger stuck to my chin, and the other four knives were slightly folded away from my chest.

The pain made me have to follow his movements and raise my head.

The fear has not eased at all, this posture reminds me of another way of death - he only needs to poke up with the tip of his finger...

Before I had time to think about it, I saw him slowly lift his normal right hand, put it on my right cheek, and slowly rubbed and pressed the skin on my cheek with his thumb.

"Jack...my name, you have my name on your face. Ha!"

Beneath the eerie white mask, I saw his gaze linger on my right cheek, the one exposed eye gleaming with mad, mocking light.

The author has something to say: the number of words in this chapter has exceeded my expectation, but you can enjoy reading it.

I feel that the Jack I wrote is an old hooligan. The first thing he does after seeing the doctor is to poke someone's penis, and then pick his chin, and kill him with his hands up and down.

I don't know if the doctor's sister will slap him directly after getting acquainted with him, hahahahaha.

Cover your face and run away...

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(づ￣￣￣)づThanks to the girl who made the stick for the mine, okay?

(づ￣[-]￣)づThank you for the mine of the rhyme of the sunny day, okay?

(づ￣[-]￣)づ Thanks to an unknown little cute nutrient solution, okay?