Personality V: I will save everything

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The scream seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and shatter people's eardrums. When the photographer heard this sound, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of joy.

While he knew that seeing the Ripper scared to this extent was a bit much, he certainly never expected the guy to have such a loud voice.

In fact, it's no wonder that the Ripper had such a horrified reaction. At this moment, his memory seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it was completely stuck at the second before he was completely controlled by the bad boy.

At that time, he had just turned 20 years old, and was completely a young man who was inexperienced and just starting out.

Let's take another look at the photographer's appearance at this moment.

There is no doubt that he did it on purpose.

He looked like a strange figure walking slowly out of an old black-and-white photo, his entire face covered with creepy cracks.

The most terrifying thing is that where the pair of eyes should have been bright and lively, there are now only two deep and dark holes, like an endless abyss, staring straight at the Ripper, making people feel cold all over and their hair stand on end at one glance.

Although he wanted to laugh at the Ripper, the photographer did not forget the purpose of coming here. But then again, if he was asked to read according to the script, he would want to laugh even more.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Didn't Mr. Joke tell you that there are monsters everywhere? Do you find it strange to see me like this? Don't forget, you were once one of them."

The photographer deliberately made this paragraph long and emotionless, and in coordination, his current appearance reveals a sense of inhumanity everywhere.

The Ripper slumped on the ground, holding his chest and breathing heavily. It took a long time before he calmed down a little.

"Well... then... please... please... please, why do you come... to see me? I have... something to ask?" The Ripper stuttered. He originally wanted to say this calmly and naturally, but somehow, he began to stumble as soon as he opened his mouth.

He tried hard to control his tongue, trying to get it untangled, but the more he did so, the worse it became, as if his tongue was completely out of control.

The Ripper opened his eyes wide and stared at the monster in front of him.

The monster rolled its eyes! This was really strange, because he could clearly see that there were no eyeballs in the monster's eye sockets, but he could clearly feel that the monster was rolling its eyes at him.

This strange scene made the Ripper feel creepy.

"You've done something bad, and you're not going to admit it, right? Humph, although I also know that it was that 'bad kid' who did it, I still want to ask you - do you really not want your child?" The monster's voice was cold, with a hint of questioning and sarcasm.

As soon as the words fell, the monster named Joseph stood there motionless, staring at the Ripper quietly. The Ripper turned pale instantly, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

He opened his mouth, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

At this moment, his inner defenses completely collapsed and he fell into extreme panic.

At this moment, the Ripper's brain seemed to be in a violent brainstorm, with all kinds of thoughts surging like raging waves.

child?

How could there be a child?

When did I have a child?

This sudden news struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he was plunged into deep shock.

After a long while, after the initial shock gradually subsided, the Ripper's mind slowly regained a bit of clarity, and his reason and IQ returned to his mind bit by bit.

But... I don't know anything about this! If that's the case, then it must be that damned "bad boy" who did it! Could it be that the "bad boy" took advantage of me not paying attention and used my body to have sex with another woman, and then had this child?

Thinking of this, the Ripper was filled with indescribable anger and disgust. At this moment, the photographer actually asked him if he still wanted the child. What did this mean?

This can only mean that the “bad kids” must have treated this child very badly, otherwise why would the photographer ask this?

Or maybe, the photographer knew that the "bad boy" was no longer around, so he thought that as the child's father, I should take on the responsibility of raising the child.

But the problem is, I knew nothing about this before. Can I really accept and take good care of this child who suddenly appears?

Oh, my God! When things come together, it's so simple.

The “bad boy” actually used my body to have a child with another woman? ? ! !

The Ripper felt like he was going crazy. What was going on? He had been sleeping for more than ten years for no reason, and when he woke up he found that he had a child.

"Well, then I want to ask, if...I mean if...I don't want the custody of this child, will he be returned to his mother?"

Because this kind of thing is too sudden. In a sense, the Ripper himself is a child (psychologically), so how could he raise another child well?

But after hearing what the Ripper said, the photographer tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you dig this child out of his mother's belly?"

Thunder and lightning!

The Ripper felt like he was about to faint, and he hoped that he could faint sooner at this moment.

What the hell is this!!! Oh my god!!! What on earth did he do wrong?!!!

Calm down, calm down, you must calm down now, it's not the time to break up.

Therefore, it is definitely impossible to return the child to his mother, after all, the child's mother was killed by him personally.

but...........

Even though things had developed to this point, the Ripper still firmly believed that he could not take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of a child. After all, he had no relevant experience at all, not to mention... He had already made up his mind deep down that once he successfully escaped from this place, he would surrender to the police without hesitation.

The thought of letting this innocent child bear the heavy and shameful name of "the descendant of a murderer" for the rest of his life made the Ripper feel as if his heart was pierced by thousands of needles at the same time. In comparison, sending the child to an orphanage seemed to be a better choice for him.

So, the Ripper plucked up his courage and asked in a slightly trembling and uneasy voice: "Um... I'm sorry to bother you, but is there any better orphanage nearby?" As he spoke, he rubbed his hands nervously, his eyes full of anxiety and entanglement.

"Ah, what are you talking about? We are trapped in this damn manor and there is no way to get out. How can we possibly find the orphanage?" He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief and helplessness.

At this point, the photographer seemed to have suddenly realized something crucial, and immediately said, "If you don't want this child, don't worry, we have plenty of ways to properly handle this matter for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his dry and slightly pale lips. It looked extremely strange and creepy.

! ! ! ! !

In an instant, a terrible thought flashed through the Ripper's mind like lightning -

Monsters = eat children!

〣(oΔo)〣

"I want, I want, I want, I want, I want! I love children very much! Hurry up and give the child to me!!!"

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Just like that, the Ripper sat on the bed holding Carl in his arms in a daze.

Come to think of it, the Ripper thought the child was a baby, but he didn't expect it to have grown so big.

“..............” The Ripper looked at Carl and realized whether he should say something.

But the question is... what can I say to Karl? After all, in a sense, this is the first time the two of them have met.

Should I tell Carl myself that the one you saw before was another personality of my father, and the one now is the real father?

Or maybe the person who killed your mother before was not your current father.

Oh my god, even the Ripper himself would find this outrageous.

Help! Can anyone tell him how to talk to a child?

But what comforted the Ripper a little was that fortunately the child just nestled in his arms and didn't say a word, otherwise the Ripper would really have gone crazy.

But gradually, the Ripper realized that something was wrong. Was this child too quiet?

Logically speaking, wouldn't children act coquettishly and chat with their parents when they are held in their arms?

Maybe this kid named Carl is more introverted, but maybe he is a little too introverted.

The Ripper frowned, closed his eyes tightly, and tried hard to recall every detail when the photographer brought Carl in just now...

At that time, the photographer walked in carefully holding Carl. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was holding an invaluable treasure in his arms. After entering the room, the photographer gently placed Carl in the Ripper's arms, then turned around and left in a hurry without saying a word.

From beginning to end, Carl seemed to have lost consciousness, lying quietly in the Ripper's arms, without moving or making any sound.

This made the Ripper feel a little surprised. If he could not still clearly feel Carl's weak but steady heartbeat, even breathing and warm body temperature, he would almost suspect that what he was holding was just an exquisitely crafted doll.

However, at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through the Ripper's mind, causing him to shudder all over! He was shocked to realize that the child in front of him had grown so big.

All in all, he has lived through more than a dozen years, and in the past few years, he has been living with that terrible guy whom he called "bad boy" - the Fog City Killer!

When he thought of this, an indescribable fear and worry suddenly surged in the Ripper's heart. After all, how could a child taught by that cruel and terrifying murderer be a mentally sound and behaviorally normal child?

Perhaps, deep in Carl's young heart, the seeds of sin had already been planted, waiting for a certain opportunity to take root and sprout.................

"dad........"

Carl's sudden words almost frightened the Ripper so much that he jumped up.

"Dad, are we going to play games again?"

game? what game?

Anyway, the Ripper knew without thinking that it was definitely not a normal game, but what could he do? He could only follow Carl's words and continue.

"So... Carl... What game do you want to play with... Dad?"

This time it was Carl who tilted his head with some confusion.

“Dad, have you forgotten? Didn’t Dad say that he would find a beautiful doll for Karl every once in a while and let Karl put makeup on them?”

It was just a short sentence, but it was enough for the Ripper to associate it.

The Ripper knew without a second thought that those "beautiful dolls" the child was talking about were definitely not ordinary dolls.

Although it is impossible to make a definite judgment at present, the general situation should be similar, and they are most likely those victims who evoke pity.

In other words, could it be that the "bad kids" brought back the victims' bodies from the outside world and then instructed this child to take care of their funeral and burial?

No wonder this child looks a little different from ordinary people. Since he was a child, he has frequently come into contact with ice-cold, bloody corpses whose faces are severely distorted due to extreme fear. How can we expect him to grow up to be an ordinary child with a sound mind?

However, the Ripper was not afraid of Carl's tragic past, but was filled with sympathy.

After all, in a way, it was the Ripper who brought this child into this world, but unfortunately he failed to give this child even just one day of the good life that a normal child should have.

The Ripper hugged the child with some heartache, and secretly made up his mind to fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

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At the same time, from an angle that the Ripper couldn't see, Carl slowly smiled.