Personality V: I will save everything

Carl walked alone with heavy steps in the corridor that was so quiet that he could almost hear his own heartbeat. The dim light flickered, stretching his lonely figure into a slender and distorted shape.

At this moment, without any warning, he suddenly stopped, as if he was fixed in place by an invisible force. Then, he raised his head and looked straight at the empty air in front of him. His lips trembled slightly, and he asked in a low and angry voice:

"You clearly saw it, why didn't you stop it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of mist gradually condensed and formed, and Jack's tall figure slowly appeared. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions that were not easily detected. Facing Carl's questioning, he was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"I just made sure he didn't break his neck."

It turned out that a terrible incident had just happened at the staircase next to this corridor. The vicious murderer ruthlessly pushed poor Kreacher down the stairs.

Jack saw this cruel scene. He was fully capable of preventing this tragedy from happening, but for some reason, he chose to stand aside and watch.

But in fact, at the moment when Kreacher fell, Jack couldn't bear it and used the mist to lift him up a little.

Otherwise, with the force and height of the impact at that time, Kreacher would probably not only have a scar on his head, but his fragile neck would probably have been broken on the spot, and he would have died.

"Who is the murderer?" He was too lazy to argue with Jack on this issue, so he went straight to the point.

"Well...do you even need to ask?"

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The "philanthropist" came from that group of guys and has been paying close attention to them since the first day. Among them there is a guy who looks exactly like him, and he must be himself in another world.

But the "philanthropist"'s affirmation is not so certain, because that guy looks... happy.

No, it should be said that he was not timid at all. He was not looked down upon by other people. On the contrary, people around him even respected him a little.

But if that were all, the "philanthropist" wouldn't think too much about it. He would just think that his self in the other world did things better and cleaner, and wasn't discovered by others.

However, he had never noticed anything unusual until that special day.

On that day, when the guy fell from exactly the same position, a strong feeling of uneasiness suddenly came over him.

According to common sense, that person should have suffered the same tragic end as himself - smashing hard into the hard floor like a heavy stone, but this was not the case!

Incredibly, at the critical moment, a clown from another world pounced over as fast as lightning and caught him steadily as he was about to fall to the ground.

Although the two of them eventually fell to the ground in a mess, unlike him, at least this guy was not alone in enduring the ruthless gazes of indifferent onlookers, because at least there was someone who was willing to step forward and try to save him from danger.

Not only that, but what surprised him even more was that there were two women around him who were so caring. Natasha and Lydia came around with anxious faces, their concern evident in their words.

And that guy? Even until the last moment, he was still smiling, talking and joking with the people around him.

As luck would have it, this incredible scene happened to fall into the eyes of the so-called "philanthropist".

From that day on, the "philanthropist" began to develop a strong interest in himself in another world and fell into deep concern.

Not at all.

He could happily joke with the people around him instead of cowering with his head down and slipping past them.

This emotion changed from concern to jealousy and then to hatred.

It was a seemingly ordinary morning, but for him, it was a turning point in his destiny.

In the restaurant, he saw with his own eyes the gardener trying to please the guy in front of everyone, and even fell into the guy's arms in the end.

Why? He questioned the heaven angrily. Why could this person live a life so different from his own? He worked hard every day but could barely make a living, while that person seemed to always have smooth sailing and enjoy endless beauty.

Why is it that he is respected and loved by everyone wherever he goes, while no matter how hard I try, I am just an unknown person?

What was even more unacceptable to him was that even the person he considered the most important in his life, the beautiful and kind gardener, could be so easily attracted by the other party!

Jealousy, resentment, unwillingness...all kinds of negative emotions intertwined together and almost swallowed him up.

In a rage, he lost his mind and turned into a vengeful demon.

The "philanthropist" walked towards the defenseless Kreacher with a ferocious look on his face, his eyes flashing with cold murderous intent. At the moment when Kreacher turned around, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed Kreacher hard down the steep stairs.

"I hope you break your neck!" He cursed through gritted teeth, his voice full of malice and determination.

Watching Kreacher rolling down rapidly like a falling meteor, there was no mercy in his heart, only the pleasure of revenge.

However, when Kreacher's figure disappeared at the end of the stairs, after that moment of joy, it was followed by a deep sense of emptiness and fear.

But at this moment, everything is irreversible...

When the man known as the "philanthropist" completed this series of actions, he did not feel the expected sense of satisfaction after successful revenge. Instead, he was filled with a deep fear, as if the fear was a ferocious beast that was ruthlessly devouring his soul.

"I... killed someone?" He murmured to himself, his voice trembling and weak, as if he couldn't believe the fact. Even in the most difficult and difficult times, this "philanthropist" never had the idea of ​​killing people and robbing them for money.

All he did was to secretly take a few insignificant gold coins out of the pockets of those greedy people.

Looking back on his past life experiences, the "philanthropist" knew that he was not a good person. He tried almost all the dirty things that a person could do in his life: cheating, stealing, blackmail...

However, no matter how vicious he was, he never crossed the untouchable red line - killing.

Although he may be an unforgivable villain in the eyes of others, only he himself knows that he is just a cowardly wimp. When faced with a life-or-death decision, he simply lacks the courage and determination to kill.

At this moment, the feeling of pushing Kreacher down the stairs with his own hands seemed to still linger on his fingertips, causing him to fall into unprecedented panic and self-doubt.

“Murdered someone? I…killed someone…?”

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"My dear lady, sweetheart," the lawyer said sarcastically, narrowing his eyes. "Is it really fun for you to do this? Don't you know that this is a hopeless farce? You know that there will be no result, but you still insist on doing it like a fool!"

His words were like a sharp sword, stabbing straight at the petite and stubborn figure in front of him.

At this moment, the gardener was concentrating on the soil in the garden of Star Manor. She wanted to grow more daisies. Hearing what the lawyer said, her hand movements paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal. She didn't even turn her head, but just replied lightly: "Really?" Her voice was so calm that there seemed to be no ripples.

Then, she slowly raised her head and looked directly at the lawyer, her eyes revealing a firmness and indomitable spirit: "I think that a guy who knowingly commits a crime and is willing to give up everything for the so-called ridiculous love, but ends up with nothing, has no right to point fingers at my behavior and make arbitrary comments!" After saying that, she lowered her head again and continued to fiddle with the seeds that had not yet sprouted.

Such scenes have become an indispensable part of every encounter between the gardener and the lawyer. They always seize the opportunity to ridicule each other, both overtly and covertly, with sharp and merciless words.

However, people around have long been accustomed to this and are no longer surprised.

After all, the little things that happened between these two people have long been known to the people around them. As long as they don't fight and cause unnecessary trouble, let them talk about it if they want.

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"Aa ...

The scream seemed to break through the sky. Its volume and power were so great that it almost overturned the extremely solid ceiling of the manor.

The sound was like thunder, instantly spreading to every corner of the manor.

At this moment, Naib and Luchino only felt their ears buzzing, and their hearts seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. The two of them couldn't help but cover their chests, their legs softened, and they fell straight to the ground. At that moment, they felt that their heartbeats almost stopped.

The cause of all this has to be turned back to two minutes ago.................

"Uh......." A low groan broke the silence in the room, and Kreacher, who had been unconscious, finally slowly opened his eyes.

Naib and Luchino, who had been anxiously waiting in the room, saw this and rushed forward in two steps, asking with concern: "Kreacher, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

However, what they never expected was that they would be greeted by Kreacher's empty and confused eyes.

He stared at the two people in front of him, opened his lips slightly, and uttered a shocking sentence: "Who are you?" (??)?

Hearing this, Naib and Luchino froze on the spot, with an expression of disbelief on their faces, their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg. (;一Д一)!!!

“Aa ...

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"Kreacher, are you out of your mind? This is totally unreasonable! If I hadn't seen the shocking wound on your head, I would really like to hit you with a stick until you become even more stupid, so that you wouldn't even know your own name!!!!"

Lydia's mouth kept spewing angry words like a machine gun, and her hands were not idle either. She carefully pulled off Kreacher's clothes and carefully checked whether there were other injuries on his body.

That's right, this Kreacher didn't lose his memory at all. It's really funny to say that he just wanted to play a little prank.

But who could have thought that this joke would become so big...

Look at Naib and Luchino over there, they haven't fully recovered yet.

I saw them both slumped in a chair, gasping for breath, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe.

The two men's faces were as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads. Their eyes were still filled with fear and dread, and they were obviously still immersed in the thrilling shock they had just experienced.

Kreacher: I was wrong. o(╥﹏╥)o

"Okay, everyone, stop making trouble and talk about business."

Jack spoke up to put an end to this farce, and now they could finally get down to business.

"Kreacher, did you see who pushed you?"

Hearing Joke's question, Kreacher rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought.

".......No."

"Really?" Qiu Ke still didn't quite believe it and asked again.

"Of course not. That guy pushed me from behind. I didn't even see him. I just tumbled down the stairs."