Dear Mr. Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

"Uh..." Clark's throat clucked from being strangled, and he held the opponent's arm with his backhand.The two wrestled on the ground, tumbling a few times, Clark finally found the opportunity to slam his elbow into the other's face, got rid of the deadly hand around his throat, and jumped up.

"It's you!" Through the faint starlight, Clark finally saw the other person's face—George Kentra.

George Kentra is no longer the elegant, dissolute, money-spinning little Mr. Kentra.Several days of mental torture caused him to lose more than ten pounds at once, his cheekbones protruded and his eye sockets were sunken.The slightly long curly hair is disheveled and looks like a lion's mane.He glared at Clark viciously, his eyes were like two green will-o'-the-wisps in the dark study. "Shameless bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Clark broke out in a cold sweat.He is not afraid of good people or bad people, but he is afraid of a madman, a madman who is cornered and full of hatred.

George jumped up again.He slammed his fists, knees, and even bit his teeth like crazy, and Clark fought back in embarrassment.The two rolled from the door to the desk.Clark kicked suddenly and felt light on his body. Looking up, George was kicked by him and hit the desk just now. His head just hit the corner of the desk, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

Clark fumbled to the side, holding the hard legs of the chair, with murderous intent in his eyes.

With blood all over his face, George giggled, looking extremely hideous. "Come on, son of a bitch, kill me!"

Clark's chest rose and fell violently, and he slowly let go of the chair legs.No, he can't do it.Once he started, he fell into George's trap.This lunatic has nowhere to go and is about to be sentenced to death, and he wants to die with him.Clark wiped his face with his sleeve, only to realize that his head was also cut, and his sleeve was stained with blood. "Double murder, die you, lunatic!" He backed up to the door vigilantly, and George didn't move, just sat there and waited for him viciously.As soon as he pulled the door, Clark's face changed. He finally knew what the "click" was.

"Hahaha..." George laughed loudly, a flame shot up from his hand, instantly ignited the heavy curtains, and the tongue of flame rolled to the bookshelf. "You're done, you're done Clark."

What?Clark didn't care that the lunatic was still staring at him, so he turned around and pulled the door desperately with both hands.But the door was locked from the outside. "Damn, damn, open, open the door!" He snapped his fingernails and slapped the door panel. "Is anyone there? Help! It's on fire!" But there was a dead silence outside the door that made him despair.By the way, there are windows.

George still sat there leisurely, watching Clark throw himself hopefully at the window. "Hey, it's useless. Didn't you think the room was too dark when you first came in?"

Clark's face changed greatly, and he realized that the lower window was sealed by wooden boards, leaving only a half-moon-shaped point above.Clark raised the chair and slammed it down with all his strength, and both the chair and he bounced back without breaking the plank. "You did it on purpose! You let that bitch Emma trick me! You two were together from the beginning!"

George looked at Clark proudly: "Understood now? It's too late."

All escape routes were blocked, and Clark calmed down instead. "Fool, what a fool, haven't you ever wondered why your father died quietly in the study?"

"You..." The smug look on George's face hadn't faded away, and he watched Clark grope around on the ground for a while, and the portrait on the left wall opened a hole, revealing a downward passage embedded in the wall.Clark gave George a condescending look, then turned and walked towards the aisle. "Even if your sister finds that there is only a charred corpse in the study, does she dare to tell about the murder of me with you? Wait for death."

"No..." George panted heavily, supported his body on his elbows, and struggled to wriggle and crawl on the ground.

Clark was not in a hurry to go down in front of the passage, admiring George's crawling like a wounded wild dog with great interest.Just as George was about to climb to the passage, he lifted his foot with a sneer.Suddenly, George exploded and smashed a bottle on Clark's head, a viscous liquid dripped down his face, onto his chest and arms.It turned out that George just pretended to be weak on purpose.

Clark was so angry that he felt that George wanted to drag him out, and he picked up a splinter and stuck it on George's arm.George let go with a scream.Clark quickly got into the passage, and behind him came George's screaming: "Do you think you have won? Clark, that's the devil's footsteps, you will be very itchy, rubbing on the ground until the flesh falls off!" , died a miserable death."

The soaring flames illuminated the night sky, and the sleeping servant finally realized something was wrong, and hurried over with a wooden bucket and water basin, but the fire was already too strong.

A bush outside the manor suddenly moved, a bloody man crawled out with difficulty, staggered, and stumbled towards the distance.He can't be found now because he has to meet someone.That damn lunatic George found some weird orgasm, and now he feels extremely itchy where he got the liquid.After walking a few steps, he couldn't help scratching it. Looking at the blood on his nails, George's screaming voice seemed to linger in his ears again: That's the devil's footsteps, you will be very itchy, rubbing on the ground until The skin and flesh fell off, and he died a miserable death.No!Clark's pace hastened a little, resisting the itch.We must find that person quickly, that person must have a way to save him!

As soon as Clark stepped into a low hut, the police officer kicked in the door behind him.

The camera pans to the scene of the fire.After waiting for a while to confirm that Clark had really disappeared into the secret passage, George blew the whistle on his chest.As soon as the whistle blew, several police officers ran in and carried him out.

Emma did not wait in the building next to her as agreed, and paced anxiously at the door of the study.Mr. Darcy stood beside her.George grinned his teeth in pain, but when he saw Emma at the door, his eyes lit up, he combed his hair a few times, and showed a bright smile.

This tragedy is really unbearable.Emma covered her eyes.The group quickly moved to the next building.The servant put George carefully on the sofa.Emma bent down to examine his wound.George put the bloody left arm with fragments stuck behind his back, and said nonchalantly, "It's all skin trauma, it's okay. A coward like Clark, I don't need to draw a sword, but I can punch him with teeth all over the floor."

Emma lowered her head, and two pairs of identical emerald eyes looked at each other.George straightened his back unnaturally.Although he loved his younger sister, he always put himself in the position of an older brother.I don't know why now, but the coldness of his younger sister gave him the illusion of seeing his father, and he unconsciously put himself in the position of his son...

Although Emma was very dissatisfied, she clearly distinguished the priorities and asked the doctor who had been waiting for a while to bandage George first.George turned out to be a dandy, who had never suffered such physical pain, and felt that his whole body hurt like hell.But in front of my sister, I can't lose this face, I gritted my teeth and acted as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that his fists were turning white, Emma wiped his cold sweat lightly with a handkerchief.Does this mean...don't be angry anymore?

George stole a glance at Emma. "Emma..."

Emma sighed slightly. "Do you know why I'm angry?"

George licked his lips awkwardly.Although being disciplined by his younger sister was a little embarrassing, but at this moment, his younger sister looked sad, and he couldn't think of rebelling at all. "I, shouldn't have hit Clark in the first place and forgotten the business."

Emma felt weak for a while.She had been listening outside the door, ready to let the servant break in at any time, in case the silly brother would fall for the trick of the cunning Clark, but he was very happy. "It's not this, and of course you shouldn't forget the business because of it. Brother, do you still remember what I said about the first principle this time?"

Well.George whispered guiltyly: "Protect yourself."

"Yes, it is to protect yourself! Brother, my father and mother are gone, you are my closest person. To protect you, it is worthwhile for me to do anything. But you don't care about your own safety like this. If You blow the whistle a little later this time, no matter whether Clark opened the secret passage or not, I will let the servants in, the fire is already uncontrollable." Emma burst into tears.

George panicked all of a sudden, at a loss what to do, he wanted to sit up and hug Emma, ​​but accidentally touched the wound, and gasped in pain.

Mr. Darcy stepped back two steps and went out quietly, and stood for a while under the dim night sky.When Emma said "To protect you, everything I do is worthwhile", her expression was so gentle and firm.Maybe George will never know how much Emma has done for him.Although he does not want Georgiana to learn from Emma at all, it is undeniable that George is really lucky.

The doctor bandaged the wound and left after signaling to the police officer guarding the door that the wound was fine.George and Emma were the only brothers and sisters left in the living room.

Seeing that Emma was still crying, George sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I don't want the fire to burn down a little bit."

Emma's eyes widened in surprise, she didn't expect George to think of the same question as her.Yes, she set fire to the study on purpose.There are many ways to force Clark to find a secret passage, why must he choose to use fire?Because she suspected that the death of the Earl of Kentra involved any political events.Although the repayment agreement was still there when she went to look for it that night, no one should have searched for the documents, but there is always nothing wrong with being careful.Mr. Kentra's bedroom and study are in this building, and if it is set on fire, even any secret items hidden in it will be reduced to ashes.

George touched his nose. "It was really difficult to control myself when I saw that shameless villain. I calmed down when he opened the door. You may not understand, but it is necessary anyway." Suffering makes people grow.Aside from his penchant for spending money like water and his violent temper, George is not stupid, and he has a certain degree of political literacy from childhood.

Emma rested her head lightly on George's chest. "I believe in my brother." It is true that this brother dotes on her, but the most important thing is that they both have the blood of the Kentra family, and this surname makes their fate closely linked.This is the most important reason why she wants to protect him.

The author has something to say: I should give my brother an Oscar for Best Actor and Most Real Star