Personality V: I will save everything

"So you just throw him to me?" Lilia said to Qiu Ke a little angrily.

What's wrong? Is she the one who has to clean up the mess that Joke made?

"I'm so sorry, Lydia." Joke clasped his hands together and begged, "But if I don't send him to you, I really don't know how to explain it. You're a doctor, so you can explain it a little better. I don't know him at all. He asked me a lot of questions, and I couldn't explain it at all."

"Okay, that's indeed the case." Although still a little angry, what Qiu Ke said was right.

His identity as a doctor would make it easier to cover up when explaining himself. If it were Jack, the Ripper would definitely not let him go if he didn't explain himself.

"last question……"

Lydia called out to Jake, who was just about to open the door and leave.

"Don't you hate Jack? Why would you help the Ripper of this world?"

Joke doesn't have to worry about the Ripper. Once this period is over, he can return to his original manor. There is no need for him to interfere in the affairs here.

"Really? If you ask me that...I don't know either."

After saying that, Qiu Ke closed the door and left.

However, in fact, Jack had the answer in his mind, and this answer appeared before he began to talk to the Ripper in the corridor.

The reason is very simple, because their manor lord likes Jack, he just doesn't want the manor lord to be sad. Even though he knows that even if he doesn't help the Ripper in this world, it will not have any impact on Jack in their world, but he just wants to do it, and he himself can't explain why.

The owner of the manor deeply loves everyone in the manor, and Jack also loves the owner of the manor deeply. He just doesn't want the owner of the manor to be sad, not even if there is the slightest possibility.

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the other side,

"What's wrong with you? Are you surprised to see me like this?"

Andrew said to his gravekeeper in another world.

Ever since Andrew cut his hair to make a wig for Carl and let it grow long, it seemed as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened. He kept growing his hair long and never cut it again.

In Andrew's own words, by growing his hair long, he looked more like the child of a manor owner.

Now he sat in the sunshine in the garden, with nothing to do, and combed his hair with a comb.

Although she looked more like a manor owner's child with long hair, problems also arose. This long hair needed to be well maintained, otherwise it would become frizzy.

Andrew took a comb, spread out his long hair, and began to comb it. He had to comb his hair straight, otherwise he would definitely look like a madman at the end of the day.

At this moment, Andrew turned his head and found that the gravekeeper was standing in the shadows in the distance, looking at him.

"Are you ok?"

Andrew looked at the gravekeeper who had his head lowered in front of him, felt a little worried about him, and reached out his hand to him.

At the moment when Andrew's fingers were about to touch the gravekeeper, the gravekeeper finally spoke, "Aren't you afraid?"

Andrew thought the gravekeeper was asking him if he was afraid of the sun, so he said, "No, I have my father... the owner of the manor over there to protect me. I am not afraid of the sun."

Andrew almost blurted out the name he used to address the owner of the manor, but fortunately he stopped himself in time.

"No, I just want to say..."

This is not what the gravekeeper wants to ask... Well, maybe this is also one of the questions he wants to ask, but what he wants to ask more is whether he is afraid of his white appearance? Is he not afraid of other people's strange looks? Is he not afraid of living under the gaze of others?

But in the end, the gravekeeper only said, "I just want to say... your long white hair is beautiful."

"Oh, thank you." Andrew smoothed his hair that was blown by the wind, and then said, "The owner of the manor often said so. He likes my white hair very much."

"The owner of your manor... likes your hair very much, doesn't he?"

In fact, in this manor full of monsters, the gravekeeper's appearance is still not liked by everyone.

"Yes, he likes it very much. When I was a child, He even combed my hair."

Not only did they comb their hair, they also slept together and took a bath together. However, Andrew didn't say it.

"When I was very young, the owner of the manor told me not to feel inferior because of my appearance and the strange looks from others. I am the best. If others cannot appreciate my strengths, that is their own business."

Andrew raised his head and said with a little pride.

However, when he came to his senses, the gravekeeper had already run away.

Andrew didn't think much about it. He shrugged, then sat back down and continued combing his hair.

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The gravekeeper ran forward desperately, and even he himself didn't understand why he was running.

He didn't stop until he was exhausted and couldn't run anymore.

The gravekeeper collapsed to the ground. Even when he was running, he still chose the shadows of some buildings because he could not see the sunlight. He could not stand in the sunlight. Even when he was talking to Andrew just now, he was standing in the shadow of a building.

I am like a monster that can only live in the dark. Even when facing myself in another world, I seem to be just a despicable shadow. I only have his appearance but not his lively side.

The gravekeeper slowly turned his head and looked at his faint reflection in the glass next to him.

There was really no resemblance between me and myself in another world. I looked dark and damp, full of the smell of death, like a rat living in a sewer.

The me in the other world was completely different. He looked like someone who was born to stand in the sun, surrounded by flowers, and grow up in endless care and love. The gap between them was so huge that I felt extremely inferior and insignificant.

The gravekeeper stared at himself in the glass, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart. He rubbed his hair vigorously, trying to get rid of this self-loathing feeling, but it only made his hair more messy.

He couldn't help but think of his past, and those dark experiences and painful memories came flooding back to his mind. He realized that the gap between himself and himself in the other world was not only the difference in appearance and environment, but also the difference in values ​​and attitude towards life deep in his heart.

The self in another world can proudly face the attacks from that world, but the self in this world has long lost the courage to fight back.

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"Dad, this is for you." Inara happily held an ordinary white flower in her hand and handed it to the clown.

You heard it right, it's the Joker, not Jake.

Inara didn't mistake her father, and she would never mistake her father. But in her eyes, wasn't the clown from another world also her father? The father from another world.

Inara raised her hands high, wanting a hug from her father in another world.

She could see that the father in the other world was not happy, so she searched the entire manor and finally found a small white flower. She wanted to give it to the father in the other world to make him happier.

Inara also made her beautiful dress dirty, but so what? She didn't care about the dress, she just wanted her father to be happy.

The clown stretched out his arms to respond to Inara's action, but his arms had already made too many aggressive movements, which made him look very stiff and weird when he wanted to hug Inara in front of him.

When the clown picked her up, Inara put the small flower in her hand on the top of his hat.

Then she nestled in the clown's arms like a quiet kitten, without making any noise or trouble.

Looking at the little girl in his arms who trusted him absolutely, the clown didn't know how to react? When he noticed, he found that his tears had already dripped on Inara's face.

It's so funny. Ever since that happened, the Joker has never cried again. He even forgot what it feels like to shed tears.

And his twisted and rotten face, with the look of crying like a human, is really disgusting... and scary.

But Inara didn't care, she just noticed that her father was crying.

So she reached out her hand and gently wiped away the tears of her father in another world, not caring at all how distorted and disgusting the face his fingers were about to touch was.

A normal person would probably feel physical discomfort after seeing the clown's face, but Inara didn't feel that way at all. She gently wiped the clown's tears and asked with concern.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? The pain will fly away when Inara is here~~"

Inara opened her arms and made a big "all fly away~" gesture.

The clown said nothing, but used the smallest amount of strength he could muster to gently hold Inara in his arms.

The clown really needs to be very, very careful, because he will only make such movements when he is dragging those half-dead survivors. At that time, he uses such great strength that he even wants to break their ribs directly.

But the situation is different now. He wants to hug a little girl, a little girl who absolutely trusts him and cares about him. He can't do this. He doesn't want to hurt her in the slightest.

Inara obediently held the clown's arms. She could feel the clown's emotions. She was sad and upset. So Inara thought about what her mother would do when she was unhappy.

"Dad, let me tell you a story."

The story that Inara could think of was this one, a familiar one that she had heard many times from Natasha, The Story of the Tin Soldier:

Once upon a time there was a little tin soldier. He was different from the other little tin soldiers because he was missing a leg when he was made. Because of this, he was always out of tune with his brothers.

The little tin soldier was kicked out of the team by his brothers, so he wandered alone in the toy castle.

Until one day, he saw the music box dancer on the cabinet.

The little Tin Soldier was quickly attracted by the beauty of the music box dancer, and more importantly, he discovered that they all stood on one leg.

The little tin soldier wanted to climb up the shelf to find the music box dancer, but the music box dancer turned out to be a very evil clown doll.

The evil clown doll does not like the music box dancer. He just regards the music box dancer as his own. The music box dancer wants to escape, but is restrained by the music box under her feet.

The tin soldier was discovered by the clown doll and was thrown hard under the shelf.

It rained heavily that night, and a ditch appeared on the ground. The little tin soldier flowed along the ditch to the beach.

Later, the little tin soldier was discovered by two boys. They put the little tin soldier on a boat made of paper and let him float down the sea. The paper boat finally flowed to a small stream, and the little tin soldier was caught by a stream. The fish went into the stomach.

The little tin soldier just floated along with the fish. Later, they were caught by a fisherman.

A mother bought the fish that ate the little tin soldier, took it home, cut open the fish's belly, and rescued the little tin soldier.

When the little tin soldier was put back on the table by his mother, he was surprised to find that this was the toy castle where he had been, and he was back.

The music box dancer was still at the highest point of the shelf. After experiencing so many difficulties, the little tin soldier still wanted to go up and find the music box dancer.

And after experiencing so many difficulties, the little tin soldier is no longer the same person who couldn't even stand on the road before.

When the little tin soldier climbed on the shelf again, the evil clown doll tried to stop him again, but this time, the little tin soldier was no longer afraid of him.

When the evil clown doll grabbed the little tin soldier's leg again and tried to throw him under the shelf again, the little tin soldier stabbed the evil clown doll with the weapon in his hand.

The evil clown doll fell down and fell into the stove, where it turned into ashes.

The little tin soldier finally climbed to the top of the shelf and met the music box dancer.

The Music Box Dancer finally broke free from the music box under her feet. She could finally stride towards the tin soldier and throw herself into the arms of her lover.

The tin soldier and the music box dancer can finally live happily together.

"Well... that's the story."

Although Inara knew the true ending of the story, the true ending was that the tin soldier and the music box dancer were thrown into the furnace, and they finally melted into a metal heart.

She didn't know why her mother changed the story like this, but...

She liked this revised version of the story better.