The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

How on earth did I escape from that huge sharp scissors?

So flustered, I can't even remember myself.

I just remember the moment when his hand was on my cheek, the icy chill hit my face, and I stared at the left eye exposed in his mask, the horror peaked.

Maybe it's human instinct.

In the face of desperation, some people subconsciously choose to give up, and some subconsciously choose to fight desperately. Obviously, I belong to the second type.

I can't judge the outcome of these two people without any basis. I can only say that this time I was lucky and escaped from the shackles of that person.

At this moment, I leaned against the cold and damp wall, panting.With nervousness and running wildly all the way, my legs trembled and I could hardly stand still, and my head was sweating profusely. I don't know whether it was because of being scared or because of running.

There are no tombstones around, and this is no longer a cemetery. Although it looks like the ruins of a certain house, and there are ruins everywhere, the change in the environment makes me feel a little better. Although it is equally gloomy, at least it is not like a cemetery. .

The humidity in the air was heavy again.

The evening wind hits, and the clothes on my body are slightly wet, opening a passage for the biting cold. The only use I can think of that the cold belt brings to me is probably calmness.

Raising my head, I looked at the dark clouds that were getting lower and lower above my head, and fell into deep thought.

If the previous guesses were just guesses, then now I can be sure that this person has been in the manor, lurking around us.

...He said just now that I have his name on my face?

Heck!

The words on my face are printed from a tombstone. Is he really a ghost?

But even if it is the soul of the deceased, how could someone make their hands like that before they were alive?

And most importantly, here... Am I still in the manor?

Is this the venue for the game?

So what does this terrifying man have to do with the game?

There are too many questions, no matter which one I can't find the answer.It's like a conspiracy, I'm deeply involved in it and I can't do anything, I don't even know the ultimate purpose of this conspiracy.

And that man's scissorhands... cold, sharp, and sharp enough to cut my head open with just one touch.

Thinking of the scene where he stabbed my heart with the tip of the knife and pointed at my chin just now, I stiffened my neck and trembled uncontrollably again.

In front of him, I seem to be a rabbit without legs, ready to be slaughtered.I have to admit that when he appears next time—although I don’t know why I have this premonition, but I’m sure he will appear in front of me like just now—at that time, I may not be as lucky as I am now .

And just now... just now I ran like I kicked him?

I think the next time I see him, he won't show mercy to me.I don't believe that a person who has transformed his left hand like that can be kind enough not to hurt me. That scissor hand is clearly a sharp weapon for killing people.

If so, what should I do! ?

The scalpel in my pocket, with a blade only two fingers wide, looked like a child's toy compared to his scissorhands.

...can't do anything about it.

What was left of my sanity gave me the answer, and the desperate answer made me angry and sad.

"Emily Dell?" Suddenly, I heard my name being called.

Turning my head, I saw Miss Gardener.

She wore a straw sun hat on her head, and she was wearing a white shirt, jeans, rain boots, and a long dark green apron on top.

This is the most common and common clothing for outdoor workers.

And standing in the cold wind, wearing a skirt and bare legs, I never thought that one day I would envy a gardener just because she has a pair of long trousers.

The sky is full of dark clouds and it will rain at any moment, and I don't know when I will be able to leave here.

When the night comes completely, if the situation is not good at that time and it is rainy... As a doctor, I know that my body is not strong or even weak. The moment of escaping from here, not to mention whether he can leave here is another matter.

Although such a perception made me depressed, the moment Miss Gardener appeared, I felt like I saw an angel.

"Emma Woods? That's great, it's great to see you, it's great... so you're here too." I was a little excited, and I went up and grabbed her hand.

Her hands are warm, human temperature.

"You look awful, what happened? Did you meet someone?"

"No...no, the place where I woke up was a grave, I was just scared." I subconsciously didn't want to mention that scary man, although I knew I should remind her that there was a finger here It's full of dangerous elements with jackknives, and there is a guy who doesn't know who is a person or a ghost who can make his body disappear. I know I should tell her that this place is not safe and you must be careful.

But I subconsciously didn't say it.

Just when I realized that I should say something, at least to remind her to be more vigilant—I don’t know if it’s an illusion, I saw Miss Gardener’s face... After she heard my answer, her face There was a look of great disappointment, obviously.

I think I should be right, she was very disappointed.

Disappointed by what?

Disappointed that I said nothing happened and I met no one?

This is not right...

I put down the hand I was still holding on to, squinted my eyes, and tried to look as natural as possible: "What's wrong? Miss Emma Woods."

The author has something to say: In order to find inspiration, I went to watch the French movie "Tie Me, Tie Me". The girl's heart was overflowing, and then I didn't think of the plot. I first finished writing the ending of Jack and the doctor's sister. I thought about the concluding speech—and then suddenly woke up and realized that it was useless...

Emmm, anyway, I can’t post it now_(:з"∠)_

This movie is great and I recommend it to you guys.

By the way, I saw a cute question about the daily update in the comments... I am currently preparing for the exam, and my time is limited so I can't devote all my energy to it, but this is a short story with no word count pressure. I can still do it if the daily update is 1000 Arrived, as long as you don’t think I’m short and small╥﹏╥