[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

The quiet bust of Napoleon suddenly became eerie.Elizabeth felt that its eyes were piercing, peering at her constantly, just like Emperor Napoleon's army in the English Channel.

She shivered violently.

"Why did you break this bust?" Elizabeth felt that the "toy" in her hand had now become a hot potato.She wanted to throw it away, but she was curious about the answer to the story; she clearly smelled danger, but she was nervous and excited.

If it was half a year ago, she would definitely choose to be wise and protect herself.But after struggling for independence for more than half a year, Elizabeth felt that she had more men's bravery in her bones.She couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

Kitty and Mary turned away from the statue early in fear, and they were walking quickly to the carriage.

After experiencing the initial fear, Elizabeth gradually became bolder. She asked Darcy: "Mr. Darcy, what do you think? Why did you want to break this bust?"

"The first explanation can dissolve the present fear. French psychologists call one manifested as a 'paranoid idea', this kind of person is only defective in some small events, but otherwise completely normal[1]. If a When a person's family or other was destroyed by the Emperor Napoleon, when this kind of war caused him some kind of psychological defect, it may cause 'paranoid ideas'. Then under its influence, a certain statue will uniquely trigger his anger in my heart."

"But you don't think so," said Elizabeth firmly.

"You're right." Darcy was not surprised at Elizabeth's guess.After all, she is the Mrs. Darcy he identified, how could she not understand his thoughts.

He paused, and continued, "I'm more inclined to the second explanation."

"These six similar busts, are there any differences?"

Darcy nodded, and he pointed the statue towards the clouded sun.It's a pity that the sun was completely covered by dark clouds, and it couldn't play a little role.

"How could it be different?" asked Elizabeth.

"I'm thinking too," Darcy replied.

The two of them just settled in the middle of the alley, looking at the simple but mysterious statue in their hands, like a pair of serious and meticulous scholars.

A crow flew to the window sill of the house on the left and uttered a loud and short cry.The raindrops hit its wings along the wooden fence, it waved its feathers, and then flew away with a "puchi".

"There are footsteps." Darcy suddenly stopped studying, and Elizabeth looked around subconsciously.

The footsteps seemed to come from behind, getting faster and louder.Some are mixed, not like a person.

She turned her head, her eyes tightened.

Before he could react, he felt pushed.A force emanated from the side, and the bust of Napoleon in his hand was taken away.

The man didn't stand still, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.As the ground was muddy and soft, he was not injured, nor was the bust of Napoleon shattered.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, and Darcy had stepped forward to tie the man's hands.

She was about to help when she suddenly felt a nervous tension.Subconsciously looked back again.

Not far behind, a person is holding a | gun.

He was tall, with blond hair.He is personable, and his temperament is completely opposite to that of the monkey cheeks and short stature who were knocked down to the ground.What's more, he has fine features. Even though he was wearing a gray gunslinger uniform and a mask, Elizabeth recognized him at a glance.

"Wickham?" Elizabeth cried out.

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, but the pistol had gone off.

"Be careful!" Elizabeth's body preceded her brain, she threw herself on Darcy, covered his head with her hands, and fell to the side.But he didn't dodge the bullet.

The bullet didn't have eyes, and shot into her arm all at once.

The pain of paralyzed nerves came from the right arm, and blood overflowed from the bullet port.

However, Elizabeth knew that the danger was not far away. Although she didn't know why Wickham appeared here and why he was holding a pistol, she knew his bad character.Since he was able to mercilessly beat Mr. Bennet to death in his previous life, now he can avenge his revenge and deal with her and Darcy silently.

Elizabeth turned her head quickly, analyzing the current situation.

According to the speed at which the blood spilled out, it shouldn't be considered a fatal wound.There's nothing wrong with a delay for a while.

Wickham didn't rush over now, just because he was still in a daze.One, he doesn't know why she and Darcy are here.Second, he must have been a little terrified of shooting Darcy himself.But what he is more afraid of is the subsequent revenge of the Darcy family, so he will react quickly, let his fear disappear, and then kill them quickly.

The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who was knocked down on the ground should be in the same group as Wickham.But they must have had some differences, so they chased after each other.Perhaps Wickham's first shot was intended to hit him, but missed Darcy.

Thinking of this, Elizabeth gritted her teeth and forced herself not to think about the wound on her right arm.Quickly look around, trying to find the most suitable cover.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man had already fled quickly, but left behind the bust of Napoleon he had snatched before.Obviously, he knew the viciousness of his companions, so if he escaped without taking the stolen goods, he might still have a chance of survival.

When the neighbors heard the gunshots, they closed their doors tightly in fright, and there was silence all around.

All this happens within seconds.

Darcy's eyes were completely red when he saw his beloved woman was injured.But he still rationally tore off his bow tie, and quickly tied it above Elizabeth's right arm.

"Be careful." Elizabeth stopped Darcy, she said in a low voice, "Find a safe place first, it's best to go back to the carriage first, it doesn't matter if we go back and bandage up."

It should be a while before Wickham came back to his senses. This place is not far from the carriage, so there should be time to run back.

"Bandage first." Darcy insisted.His voice was low, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"I'll be fine." Elizabeth also insisted, "Let's go back first, he has a gun."

"I have it too." Darcy didn't stop the movement of his hands, and after quickly bandaging, he took out a front-loading pistol from his waist.

"You—" Elizabeth opened her mouth, but was speechless again.

"I always have a gun in my carriage," Darcy explained quickly in a low voice. "I promised Mrs. Gardiner to keep you safe. But still—" he clenched his fist, "missed."

"Mr. Darcy, it's not your fault. No one expected such a thing." Elizabeth was a little anxious, "but the situation is urgent now, you can't risk it like this."

"Wickham's marksmanship is not as good as mine, don't worry." Darcy should not.

"But, you—" Elizabeth paused and said, "You can't kill people."

"Why?" Darcy asked in a deep voice.

"because--"

"Because of my title or my status?" Darcy snapped back, "Although I value these. But, Miss Elizabeth, he hurt you."