Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 123 Garland. Garland's Obsession

The burning of the scarecrow was accompanied by a faint whimper, and the splashing sound of the flame burning the straw could not be covered.

Miss Emma turned her back to the scarecrow, her green eyes were devoid of emotion, as if she hadn't heard the voice.

"Miss Emma, ​​put out the fire quickly, there are people inside."

No matter how many times Pearson anxiously said this sentence, Emma still turned her back to the scarecrow indifferently. Is this Miss Emma?
Pearson became suspicious.

He stepped forward to grab Emma's hand, but he found that his hand passed directly through Emma's.

"Brother, you are just a bystander now."

Lisa Baker's voice rang in Pearson's mind.

Miss Emma's face seemed to be shadowed by darkness, and the raging flames gradually devoured the scarecrow, and also devoured the life of the person hidden inside the scarecrow.

Miss Emma found that the person she was looking for did not come, so she prepared to look for it herself. The flame was still burning, but she did not extinguish it.

Miss Emma's last words before she left were--I don't need a scarecrow anymore.

After Miss Emma left, the scarecrow fell down from the stake as if weightless. The man stretched out his hand hidden in the straw with difficulty, and that hand was already badly burned by the flames.

The man opened his hand in the direction where Miss Emma was leaving, and then clenched it again. Words could no longer be heard out of his mouth. In the end, he didn't know whether he was exhausted or felt helpless, and the hand slipped down.

Hopes are dashed, hearts are shattered.

Can vaguely hear him say.

"But I need you."

Pearson seemed to have seen the tears in that person's eyes, but they evaporated immediately under the burning of the flames. The person was severely burned and had no way to save himself.

He's a bystander, he can't help that person.

No, that's a life.

Even if you know you can't save it, you still have to try it. He is such a stubborn person, sticking to his own ideas, and no one can easily break the ideas he shaped.

When approaching the burning scarecrow, Pearson also felt the heat of the flames, and couldn't help feeling distressed that the man could endure such torture without screaming.

That person loves Miss Emma too, right?

Like him, pathetic.

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Pearson found that he could actually save that person, he could touch that person, not like touching Miss Emma before, he ignored the burning sensation of the flame, and rescued the person wrapped in the scarecrow.

When Pearson saw the man.

He was shocked immediately, that person actually looked very similar to him, although the flames had burned him beyond recognition, but that person was also blind in one eye just like him, and the tattered clothes that had been burned were also similar to his The clothes on her body are very similar now.

"Don't be shocked, he is you."

Lisa Baker's words made it even harder for Pearson to accept what he had seen before.

Miss Emma, ​​kill him?
Why, did he get into the scarecrow?

Pearson felt a terrible headache, all the problems were in front of him, and he didn't know what to do.

"Ms. Nightingale will come later, so you don't have to worry about whether he will die. Now take a look at what he has in his hand."

Lisa Baker's words woke Pearson to see what the man had in his hands.

Since the other hand was outstretched and opened before, there was nothing for that hand to see.

The other one was tightly held, as if there was some rare treasure inside. Pearson opened his hand with a lot of strength. Pearson didn't know why the unconscious man's hand was so strong. .

The back of his hand has been burned badly by the flames, only the palm of his hand can be seen, and there is a pure white flower in the palm of his hand.

The little flower was not burned by the flames, but because it was held too tightly, the little flower seemed to be dead.

Pearson remembers the pure white little flower as the same one in the garland Lisa Baker wore in her head.

A flower that refuses to let go until death?
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"Actually, your name is Kreacher Pearson."

"I don't know whether to use you or him, ah, just use him first."

"This flower is the last one in the wreath he made. He was about to finish it, and because Emma was coming to the manor, he suspended the production. He hid in the scarecrow and followed Emma to the manor."

"However, he ignored one point. Emma hates him very much. Emma tried every means to hurt him and get rid of him. At the same time, he was also hurting Emma."

"He thought that he could go back with Emma and give her the wreath to fulfill her childhood wish, but he didn't expect that he would die here in the end, by her hands."

"Let's briefly summarize it first. Anyway, you will know all the truth in the end, because you are him."

Lisa Baker, as if she knew everything, patiently explained the origin of this flower to Pearson.

"That, is it really me?"

He had never felt such fear, had he really been treated so cruelly?And it was Miss Emma who made it.

"Yes."

The answer was undoubtedly cold, and Pearson felt as if he had entered a hole in the ice.

Cold, unusually cold.

"Do you know what Emma's wish was when she was a child?"

Lisa Baker's voice brought Pearson back from his thoughts.

"It's the flower girl."

"It's her obsession with the wreath."

(End of this chapter)