Personality V: I will save everything

"Where is this?!" The moment the Ripper woke up, he felt as if... Where is this? Was he kidnapped?

Well, it wasn’t as exaggerated as kidnapping, because the Ripper knew that his body had been controlled by the “bad boy” for a long time, so it was very likely that the “bad boy” walked to this place by himself, but... where is this? !

The Ripper opened the window of the room and looked out. Where is this? Did the "bad boy" find an abandoned manor and make it his base?

However, at this moment, the door of the room opened with a "creak", and the Ripper was so frightened that he almost fell out of the window.

"Be careful. If you break any bones, I won't fix them for you."

The Ripper turned his head towards the sound and saw a very beautiful lady, a lady who would definitely be a target for the "bad boys".

The Ripper acted decisively, covering his eyes and shrank into the corner. He was afraid that the "bad boy" would jump out in the next second and pounce on the lady and tear her to pieces.

"Come on, am I that scary?" Lydia walked forward and slowly pulled away the Ripper's hands that were covering his eyes.

At this moment, the Ripper also noticed something different. Under normal circumstances, even if the "bad boy" did not take away control of his body, he would more or less have some influence on him.

But now facing such a lady, he had no reaction at all, as if... the "bad boy" had disappeared.

"Okay, calm down. The bad guy in you is gone. It's okay."

Lydia also realized what the Ripper was afraid of, but his fear was completely unnecessary because the "bad boy" had disappeared and he would no longer have any influence on the Ripper.

"what?!"

Not being affected by "bad kids" was what the Ripper had always dreamed of, but when this dream really came true, it felt unreal.

But when this happens to anyone, it does feel very unreal. Think about it, in the last second you were still troubled by the "bad boy" and were manipulated by him to do things you didn't want to do, but the next second someone told you that you will no longer be controlled by him and everything is over. This does feel very unreal and there is a sense of disconnection.

The Ripper thought carefully about what happened before he fainted, because he was sure that the disappearance of the "bad boy" happened during the time he fainted.

Finally he remembered a little bit. He remembered that in the few memories that belonged to him, he saw a red-haired figure.

"A red-haired gentleman. I remember him. Was he the one who helped me?"

The Ripper only remembered the red-haired figure and that he was the one who knocked him unconscious. A woman could never have such strength, so he could only be a man.

What the Ripper said surprised Lydia a little, because according to Jack, he had knocked the "good boy" unconscious before he fully woke up. She didn't expect that the Ripper still remembered what he looked like.

But the result is no different. Didn't Jack think it would be too troublesome to explain to the Ripper later, so he left him with Lydia?

How could Lydia, who was tricked by Joke, be so kind as to help him clean up the mess?

"Yes, that's right. He did it. His name is Jake. Maybe you can thank him properly when the time comes."

Lydia was about to drag Jack over and tell him who the Ripper was by name.

However, after learning who helped him, the Ripper felt that he needed to find the other person and thank him properly. Then, after walking a few steps out of the room, he was frightened and retreated back.

Haha, you can guess why, because there are so many strange people or monsters in this manor. Just ten minutes after the Ripper left the room, he met the wax sculptor whose wax figure and sister were merged into one and the photographer who looked like a medieval undead. It would be strange if he was not scared back.

“This, this, this, outside, outside, outside!!!”

The Ripper was so frightened that his voice was trembling. He pointed at the corridor outside and shouted loudly at Lydia.

What's going on outside? Why are there so many monsters?

"What are you afraid of? Aren't you one of them?" Lydia said to the Ripper who collapsed on the ground in fear as she closed the door of the room with a "snap".

"I... I wasn't like this before!" The Ripper patted his chest with lingering fear, and he tried to calm himself down.

Lydia shook her head helplessly, wondering what this person had been through in the past that he had forgotten what he was like.

At that time, when Lydia came to the manor, Jack had already arrived there several years earlier than her, and she had no idea what Jack had experienced before.

She only knew that Jack was Jack the Ripper, the serial killer, and she knew that because of the owner of the manor, Jack became what she saw in the manor now, but Lydia was not very clear about what had happened specifically.

She only knew that Jack once had a dual personality, but Lilia was not very clear about what had happened to him before that.

"Okay, stay here first, and go out when no one is around at night." Lydia was about to leave the room. "Remember, don't run around."

"Okay, okay."

After Lydia left, the Ripper sat alone in the room, gradually calming down.

He begins to remember his past, but his memories are blurry.

"Where exactly is this place? What on earth is happening to me?" he said to himself.

Suddenly, a chill came over him, and he felt a pair of eyes watching him in secret.

The Ripper looked around nervously, but could see nothing.

"Is it my illusion? Or are there other secrets here?" He was full of doubts.

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"In short, this is what happened. I am only responsible for taking care of him until he wakes up. You can figure out the rest yourself. After all, you know more about what happened to Jack the Ripper than I do."

After explaining to Jack, Lydia left. After all, what happened next was not something she could control.

But Lydia left the problem to Jack, and Jack didn't know how to deal with it.

They couldn't get out of this manor, and there was no way for the Ripper to live directly with normal people. There were monsters everywhere.

And the most important thing is, the "bad boy" had made a lot of enemies in the game and in this manor. Now the "bad boy" has disappeared, and the one in the Ripper's body is the "good boy". With that personality of the "good boy", I don't know how many times he will be played to death by the people here.

This was a big problem. It seemed that he couldn't meet anyone until he could find a way to solve the problem with the Ripper.

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the other side,

"Are you okay, Natasha?" Valletta noticed that Natasha was not in a good mood. In fact, Natasha had been in a very low mood since she came to this manor, but she never showed it in front of her husband and children.

Because this manor showed her what her life would have been like if she had not met Jack, had not been with him, had not met the owner of the manor, and had not changed her destiny.

She couldn't accept the way Infinite acted as a clown in this manor, and she couldn't accept that he had heard from other people why the clown became like this.

She couldn't accept that she was one of the "culprits" who made the Joker what he is now.

"What should I do? Valletta, I can't accept this." Natasha kept wiping the tears that fell from her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she really couldn't help it.

"It's okay, Natasha, it's okay." Violetta hugged Natasha and patted her back to comfort her.

"Okay, Natasha, it's okay. Where is the usually happy, dancing Natasha?"

Natasha shouldn't be like this, at least she shouldn't cry, she should be happy and full of sunshine.

"I know, Violetta, I'm sorry," Natasha reached out and wiped her tears, "I just couldn't accept it for the time being."

"I understand, Natasha, so do you want to do what you love most? Do you want to dance?"

Violetta tries to distract Natasha.

"I'm afraid not now." Natasha shook her head. She didn't bring a dance dress because she wanted to find Stellan and Inara as quickly as possible, so she just stuffed a few clothes into the suitcase and set off in a hurry.

"That's no problem, come on, Natasha." Violetta invited warmly, taking Natasha's hand and leading her to her room.

"Look~~" Valletta smiled and took out Natasha's dance costume from her suitcase and showed it to her.

"I brought you your favorite dance costume," Violetta explained with a friendly smile on her face.

"Oh, thank you, Violetta," Natasha said gratefully, her heart filled with warmth.

"So, are you ready? Principal dancer of the Paris Theater, are you willing to dance with me?"

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"So you asked me to accompany you?"

Frederick was of course willing to help Valletta and Natasha accompany him, but the problem was...

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"So this is why we were moved here to work as laborers?!" Kreacher was going crazy. Why did he feel so unlucky?

"Shut up, you're not the only one moving this, just get it done and it will be over."

Kreacher, Norton and Neb were working together to move a piano down from upstairs.

The reason is very simple. If Natasha and the others want Frederick to accompany them while dancing, then Frederick must use the piano. However, the room with the piano is a bit narrow and is not enough for dancing. So the only way is to move the piano to the open space downstairs.

"I understand the logic, but why are you just standing there watching, Frederick?"

If Joke didn't come to help, Kreacher could still understand it. After all, Joke was a disabled person and he was missing a leg. It would be okay for him to go downstairs normally, but if he was asked to go downstairs carrying a piano, it would be dangerous if he missed a step.

But Frederick, you're fine, why can't you come over and help?

Frederick responded by shaking his arms to show that he was powerless.

Nonsense, if you ask Frederick to move the piano now and use up all the strength in his arms, how are you going to ask him to play the piano later? !

Although that was true, Kreacher felt that Frederick just wanted to stay away.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

They really thought too highly of the staircase of this manor.

It's fine if you walk normally, but if you add the weight of a piano...

"oops!!!!!"

Kreacher, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding the piano, suddenly stepped on empty air. To be exact, the wooden stairs under his feet broke, causing him to fall backwards. What was worse was that the purpose of Kreacher standing there was to prevent the piano from rushing down all of a sudden, but now he looked miserable.

Kreacher fell down the stairs along with the piano.

"Kreacher!!! Aa ...

Norton yelled, then closed his eyes when Kreacher was about to hit the wall behind him. He really didn't dare to watch what happened next.

However, to Norton's surprise, the "duang!" sound that was supposed to occur did not come out.

Thanks to Joke and Violetta's quick reactions, Violetta shot out her spider silk, and Joke grabbed the other end of the silk tightly and together with Violetta made a buffer net for Kreacher.

"Fuck! Kreacher, are you okay?!" Naib couldn't help but swore. After all, if Kreacher hadn't been rescued by Valletta and the others just now, he would probably have several broken ribs by now.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!" But even with that buffer net, the weight of the entire piano on Kreacher could not be underestimated. He was irritated and coughed repeatedly, and could only wave his hands to indicate that he was fine.

"Hurry up! Slow down, slow down, slow down! Find a way to get him out."

In the end, Naib and Norton held Kreacher's arms and managed to get him out.

"Are you okay, Kreacher?" Lydia, who had been watching the whole process from the beginning, rushed forward and lifted up Kreacher's upper body clothes. Sure enough, she found large bruises on his abdomen and chest. After all, they were caused by the collision with the piano.

It hurts just to look at it.

"Are you OK?"

"Oh my God."

"It was too dangerous just now."

Everyone gathered around and expressed their concern for Kreacher, but everyone's attention was on Kreacher so much that they didn't notice.

In the shadow of the corridor on the first floor, the "philanthropist" was witnessing the whole process.