[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

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[Chapter 34]

"Put down Alice!!!!" Jervis roared hysterically, Claire barely raised his eyelids, and saw this short boy standing a few steps away from them in embarrassment.He didn't even have a weapon in his hand, and his right arm was obviously broken, and he carefully supported it and pressed it to his side. His body was bent, and there might be other injuries.

And it is not difficult to see the staggering pace when walking. Obviously, he was at a disadvantage in the battle with Batman, and he may be running away now.

Hill's tone was cold: "Who are you?"

Jervis completely ignored his questioning, and only fixed his gaze on Claire: "Alice, come back to me!"

Responding to him was Claire closing her eyes in boredom, and resting her head in Hill's arms as an answer.

"It must be you...!" Jervis justified himself: "It must be you!"

He seemed to have found a good reason: "You must have prevented my Alice from coming back to me! It was you! You ugly bastard!"

He twisted his face jealously, and then picked up the gun from the fallen mercenary. Hill looked at it indifferently, and then accompanied by the [click] sound of emptying the gun, Hill spread a bullet on the ground. He squeezed his palm: "It's a pity, there are no more bullets."

Hill frowned, but his eyes were silent: "After all, I will never make such a stupid mistake—"

"Jervis Teich."

He pronounced Jervis' name and shot Jervis in the right leg.The man finally fell to the ground in embarrassment.His eyes were full of hatred and curse, but Hill just hugged Claire tighter in his arms, provoking Jervis to keep roaring angrily.

Hill walked her past him.

Claire closed her eyes in Hill's tight embrace, her nostrils were filled with the smell of Hill, the scent of soap they used to use, but because of the sweetness of blood, it was inexplicably bitter, pungent and prominent, deeply imprinted on the in her memory.

Batman didn't know when he appeared outside the room, he lowered his head as if waiting for something.

When they met, Hill, who had always been expressionless, smiled: "Hero of Gotham~ The villain is in the room, please educate him well~" He bent his eyes: "I am very happy today, let him go first gone."

"Don't let him die." Hill said, walking away slowly.Blocked by Young Batman.His voice processed by the transforming device was extremely hoarse: "Those people outside, did you do it?"

"Of course not." Hill's voice sounded extremely distressed. Claire wanted to see his expression, but felt that she couldn't lift her eyelids.

He said: "Swords and guns have no eyes, the situation is never out of my control~" His expression was sincere: "And as you can see, great, uh," Hill looked up and down: "The police in black~"

"I'm just here to rescue my trapped lover."

After a long silence, Batman slowly moved sideways, allowing Hill to walk past him, and then made his way to where Jervis had fallen.The young man always looked at the direction where Hill disappeared with hatred on his face. Even when he was packed by Batman and thrown at the police station gate, the unconcealed hatred never dissipated in the slightest.

Of course, his hatred is also aimed at Batman who prevents him from being with his Alice forever.

However, the next development is no longer something that Claire can pay attention to.She was taken back by Hill, and the house they lived in hadn't collapsed for five years, which really surprised and missed her.

In the room, Hill's parents were absent for some unknown reason, so Claire was carefully placed on the only big bed in the room.

In such a long period of solitude, it was difficult for Claire to control herself not only to look at Hill, but he didn't seem to have changed at all... No, it should be said that he has changed a lot.

He has become more confident because he no longer avoids her gaze; he has become gentler because his tone is no longer so aggressive; he has become more, more, more... An adjective, but probably, it has become better.

Claire smiled: "It's really great to see you."

That's great.

"I'm sorry." Then she said in a hoarse voice.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said you have no heart, obviously I know better than anyone else, how carefully you put all your sincerity in front of me, but I ignored it, and instead accused you of being heartless for others.

Claire stared at Hill, her unfinished words seemed to be received by Hill, and then the man gently stroked her curly long hair: "I'll listen to you when you recover."

If time can be frozen at this moment, it will be the most beautiful moment in a fairy tale.The princess who was robbed by the wicked was finally rescued by the prince, and they lived happily ever after.

However, the truth of reality is so cruel.There is no panacea in this world, the injured body will definitely leave scars, and the sick body will inevitably become weak.

Claire, whose wish has been fulfilled, is like a collapsed mountain, weaker and weaker day by day as seen by the naked eye.

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"Does it still hurt?" Hill asked in a low voice, gently stroking her shrunken legs and the uglier bedsore scars on her calves with her fingers.

Claire's hand stroked his hair, and the chestnut blond hair lost its luster, like a withered flower.She comforted: "It doesn't hurt, not at all."

However, the time they spend together is getting shorter and shorter.

When Claire awoke from her stupor again, she didn't see Hill in sight.The physiological reaction of urgency made her feel extremely embarrassed. Although Hill helped her take her to the bathroom to solve it recently, it was also very embarrassing to have a lover waiting at the door every time.Therefore, when seeing that Hill was not there, Claire couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

According to what Hill said, a bathroom was opened two years ago in this house, which is also fortunate, otherwise Claire Claire would ask to go home and live.

She hesitated and dragged the wheelchair over the bed with difficulty, her slender arms tremblingly supported her body, trying to drag herself onto the wheelchair clumsily——

"Bang!!"

Claire fell to the ground in embarrassment, and she accidentally knocked over the milk on the bedside table. The milk stains splashed all over her body, and the glass shards were all around her, cutting her arm again when she tried to support herself to get up.

Claire sat there silently for a long time, until the loneliness almost overwhelmed her.The feeling of suffocation came suddenly, and when she felt that it was difficult to breathe, she realized that she was choking.

When Hill came back, it was already more than two hours later.The room was once again restored to its original state, except for the lack of a cup on the bedside table, there were no other changes.

His beautiful lover still leaned on the head of the bed and looked up at him docilely and expectantly, and then happily frowned when their eyes met.

"Miss me?" Hill asked, kissing the tip of her nose.

"En." Claire responded, and then rested her head on Hill's shoulder.

She didn't ask him what he did when he went out, and she didn't intend to tell him how embarrassing and pitiful she was doing something that was too simple for others for two hours.

All Claire did was lean on Hill's shoulder docilely, quietly and silently enjoying the little time they had left.

She didn't wait for her mission, nor did she find the evil in this world, and even refuted the conclusion.

So look at it this way, this time, it will die.

Maybe he will really die.However, the things that she was extremely afraid of did not distract her at this moment.It seems that death has become something she can accept calmly at this time.

"I want to go out for a walk." Claire said after thinking about it.

And Hill nodded after being stunned for a moment: "Of course, where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere is good, I want to smell the air outside."

Hill stroked her hair, waited for Claire to change clothes and put her on the wheelchair. They prepared for a long time just to go out, just because Claire insisted on washing and changing clothes by herself.

She was taken to the city by Hill.The two of them followed the crowd in the crowded street, without direction or destination.Claire felt that she hadn't been in such a good state for a long time.

They went to a high-end restaurant that they had never been to (due to poverty). To be honest, the food there was not very delicious, and the band playing classical music was not very good, but Claire still ate a lot.

They went to the park, and the huge gap between the rich and the poor can be seen. The rich people live a leisurely and comfortable life, and the voices of the children are chirping and screaming. Claire feels that the heavy body seems to be a lot lighter.

They even went to the amusement park, and at Claire's request, they took a ride on the Ferris wheel.She kissed Hill on the lips as the Ferris wheel climbed to the top.

This kind of initiative made the lover widen his emerald eyes in amazement, but it was like fulfilling a young dream, and Claire didn't intend to tell him that this was one of the things he was most looking forward to doing with his lover when he was a teenager.

This day is as beautiful as a dream.The only regret is probably that Hill never smiled.

He couldn't even move the corners of his lips.

In Claire's impression, Hill has always been a boy who loves to laugh.His unique bad temper and secret mischief always make him seem inexplicably happy and happy.Yet his smile faded from Clare's weakening condition.

See, as a lover, she couldn't even make Hill look happy... what a failure.

After the sky darkened, they finally returned to their residence.The dangerous building in the dark alleyway looked inexplicably scary. Hill picked up Claire, supported her with one hand, and lifted the wheelchair up the steps with the other.

The door is open...?

Hill stood by the door, staring at the open door lock in front of him, and lightly tapped the door with his fingers.

The sound of the [creaking] door was very ear-piercing in the silence, and the moment the door opened, an inexplicable intuition urged Hill to hug Claire back into his arms, turn around and run out.His lover was firmly protected in his arms, but he exposed his back to the enemy without any scruples.

"Bang! Bang!" A loud gunshot rang out, shooting at Hill's feet, forcing him to stop.Claire raised her head and looked at Hill with fearless eyes. Under such eyes, Hill finally calmed down, and then slowly turned around while hugging her.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, there were brisk footsteps, and a thin body stepped out of the shadows, revealing red hair and a handsome face that were still shining even under the moonlight.

"Wow, is this just back from a date? Eh~?" Jervis asked with a gentle smile, but his eyes couldn't hide his jealousy and hatred.

"Say it! Answer me!!" He roared suddenly, aiming the gun at the ground in front of Hill and shooting, the sand splashed was so powerful that it made people tremble.

Hill tried to deflect his anger: "I thought you were in Arkham."

"Wow, I really disappointed you, now I'm in front of you." Jervis lost his mind.He looked extremely manic, if it wasn't because Hill was holding Claire in his arms, he might have killed him with a single shot.

Hill remained silent. Countless plans to avoid this crisis were spinning rapidly in his mind, but they were all too dangerous. If he was not careful, Claire would be in danger. This worry also made him lose his composure.

Hill regretted leaving this lunatic to that guy in black and wearing a mask. If he had chosen at that time... Regret would be useless.Just when Hill hadn't made up his mind to do something, Claire spoke first: "Is your injury healed?"

She asked, with a gentle tone, and when Hill lowered his head, Claire squeezed his palm.He heard his lover ask again: "Jervis, is your injury healed?"

Jervis looks almost flattered, he strokes his heart, tears even gather in his eyes (he really loves to cry): "Yes, yes, I am much better!"

As he spoke, he heard her Alice no longer cared about him.

She said, "That's fine."

Jervis was almost annoyed by his reply, and he quickly overturned his answer: "No, in fact, my injury is still not fully healed!" He touched his ribs: "The broken ribs are only reattached." Soon, the recovery was not good, my plaster, yes, my plaster was removed today! To see you, I want to see you with a good face!"

His feverish tone earned his Alice's gaze: "Plaster?"

"Yes! The casts on my right hand and left leg! Although it's not time to remove them, how can I see you in such a distressed posture?!"

Claire withdrew Hill's hand, and quickly sorted out Jervis's weaknesses in his heart. If there were no guns, Jervis' hands, feet, and ribs would be weak points in close combat. At this moment, it is necessary to make sure that he uses What kind of guns are there, and how many are there.

"Can you come out? I want to see you," she finally said, and Jervis took a few more obedient steps towards her.Although knowing that Jervis has never been a sociopath with high IQ/EQ, his obedience to her still makes Claire feel a little indescribable.

Hill watched all this silently.

Claire commanded: "Hold me."

"What, what?"

"hug me."

Jervis' face flushed instantly, and he wanted her to take a step forward with trembling hands, allowing Claire to finally see clearly the gun in his hand.It is not a pistol with high practicality, but an M500 revolver. The typical characteristics of this gun are its powerful power and large bullets, which are twice as powerful as the famous 0.50 caliber Desert Eagle!But the disadvantage is also so fatal, that is, only five bullets can be loaded!

Claire believed that Hill also saw this clearly. Although the two of them did not communicate, how quickly they recalled the number of shots Hill fired in their minds. If there is no mistake, there are already five rounds...?

Claire wasn't sure, all she could do was ask Jervis to hug her and go see if he had any other guns in his arms...that was the only thing she could do for Hill.

But the lover obviously didn't want her to take the risk. After Claire said this, Hill quickly took a step back, avoiding Jervis's hand that wanted to hug Claire, and this move undoubtedly angered Jervis.

The man finally showed resentment again: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..." He muttered to himself, and everything happened in an instant.

He shot.

The last bullet penetrated Claire's body blocking Hill, and buried it in Hill's abdomen as he wished.Jervis didn't have any remorse or pain, he snatched Claire into his arms as expected, and a happy smile appeared on his handsome face again: "That's great, that's great."

Jervis said in tears: "This way we can be together forever." He buried his head on Claire's shoulder, breathing her scent: "I hate Arkham, the people there are crazy, I miss you so much."

"This time, I won't leave you again."

Claire looked up at the dark sky above her head, and felt that this scene was ironic and funny, while Jervis was still talking to herself: "Alice, I'm so glad to hear you say you miss me, you care about me, and you're willing to let I hug you—although, your lies are as obvious as ever, but I am still very happy."

He wept and looked at Claire affectionately.Under such gazes, a knife was inserted into his throat from the side of his neck, hot blood sprayed on Claire's face, she raised her face with trembling hands, and saw Hill pushed Jie away with a pale face. Wes' body.

He didn't cry, but looked at the pain and despair that couldn't be hidden in Claire's eyes: "...fool." Claire heard Hill's hoarse accusation.

He carefully embraced his lover, the blood in her abdominal cavity stained the white dress red, and through the thin clothing, Hill could clearly see her festering abdominal cavity, and said in a desperate voice, "Fool."

"Now that I'm rich, we can move out of here..." He whispered in her ear, putting his palms around Claire's head to prevent her from looking at him, thinking it would hide his sadness.

"I saw a house with a garden you like...and a pond where we can grow a lot of gaga..."

"I haven't even seen you wearing a new dress, I will buy it for you in the future..."

"You don't like what I do, I won't do it, okay..."

Hill's voice trembled, he touched his trouser pocket with bloody fingers, and took out a ring from it, the blood had stained the diamond red: "You, you..."

"I am willing." Claire responded in a low voice, and slowly stretched out her hand.

"Give it to me, take it, take it." She felt breathless and dizzy.

Hill's hands trembled. This marriage proposal did not bring him happiness. His green eyes could no longer conceal his sadness. When he lowered his head to look at Claire, the tears finally escaped his eyes uncontrollably and splashed down on Claire's face looking at him. , but made her smile even happier.

Claire closed her eyes and felt Hill kissing her with tears: "My love, my soul, my destiny..." He begged: "Please... please..." Live...

Claire stretched out her finger, and drew two exaggerated smile arcs along the corners of his lips with the blood-stained hand, making this tearful face look even more funny: "Don't cry..."

"I like your smile the most."

In the darkening field of vision, Claire saw Hill tearfully trying to pull the corner of her mouth, but finally gave up sadly. She closed her eyes regretfully, regretting that she didn't see his smile in the end, and heard the voice of the system sounded again:

[Discovery target: joker]

Under the inexplicable uneasiness, she forcefully opened her eyes, and the last scene that caught her eyes was that it was Hill who slashed the corner of her lips with the blade, and drew a terrifying smile upwards.

He looked desperate: "Don't sleep, Sophie, don't you like my smile the most...?"

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[Observation failed, mission ended. ]