"Uh" Clark was choked and gurgled as he grabbed his opponent's arm with his backhand. The two wrestled on the ground, rolling a few times, and Clark finally found an opportunity to slam his elbow into the other's face, getting rid of the deadly hand in his throat and rolling over and leaping to his feet.

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

George Kentra is no longer the elegant, debauched, money-profligate little Mr. Kentera. After a few days of mental torture, he lost more than a dozen pounds at once, his cheekbones protruded, and his eye sockets were deep. The slightly long curls are messy and look like a lion's mane. He glared at Clark viciously, his eyes like two green ghost fires 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 desperate hate-filled madman.

George pounced again. He went crazy and smashed his fists, topped his knees and even bit with his teeth, and Clark fought back. The two rolled from the doorway to the desk. Clark felt a lightness after kicking it out, and when he looked up, he saw that George had just been kicked by him and hit the desk, and his head hit the corner of the table, and blood ran down his cheek.

Clark touched the side and gripped the hard leg of the chair, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

George laughed with a bloody face, looking extremely hideous. "Come on,/son, kill me!"

Clark's chest heaved violently, and he slowly let go of the legs of his chair. No, he can't do it. Once you do it, you fall into George's trap. This madman is on the verge of death, and he will die with him. Clark wiped his face with his sleeve, only to find that his head was also broken, and blood stained his sleeve. "Double murder, wait for death, madman!" he retreated vigilantly to the door, and George did not move, just sat there and waited for him viciously. As soon as the door was pulled, Clark's face changed, and he finally knew what the "click" sound was just now.

"Hahaha" George laughed loudly, and a flame sprang out from his hand, instantly igniting the heavy curtains, and the tongue of fire rolled up to the bookshelf. "You're done, you're done, Clarke. ”

Clarke, ignoring the madman's eyes, turned around and pulled the door desperately with both hands. But the door was locked from the outside. "Damn, damn it, open it, open it!" he snapped his fingernails and slapped against the door. "Anyone, help, it's on fire!" but there was a dead silence outside the door that made him desperate. Oh, and windows.

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

Clark's face changed dramatically, and he realized that the window below was sealed with wooden planks, leaving only a half-moon on the top. Clark lifted the chair and smashed it with all his might, and both the chair and him bounced back, and the thick plank was not smashed. "You did it on purpose! You let Emma's slut trick me! You two were in the same boat from the beginning!"

George looked at Clark smugly: "It's too late to understand." ”

All retreats were sealed, and Clark calmed down instead. "Fool, what a fool, haven't you ever thought about why your father died quietly in the study?"

"You" The smug look on George's face had not faded, and he watched Clark fumble on the ground for a while, and the portrait on the left wall opened a opening, revealing a descending passage embedded in the wall. Clark glanced at George condescendingly, then turned and walked towards the passage. "Even if your sister finds only a charred corpse in the study, will she dare to tell me about joining forces with you to murder me? ”

"No," George gasped heavily, supporting himself on his elbows as he struggled to writhe and crawl on the ground.

Clark was not in a hurry to go down in front of the passage, and admired George crawling like a wounded wild dog with an interesting expression. As George was about to climb to the passage, he sneered and lifted his feet. Suddenly, George burst into a flare and smashed a bottle on Clark's head, and a viscous liquid trickled down his face and onto his chest and arms. It turned out that George was deliberately pretending to be weak just now.

Clark was so angry that he felt George want to drag him out, so he picked up a piece of it and stabbed it into George's arm. George let go of his hand with a scream. Clark hurried into the passage, and behind him came George's terrible scream: "Do you think you have won?" Clark, that's the devil's pace, and you're going to itch and rub on the ground until the flesh falls off and dies miserably." ”

The sky-high light of the fire lit up the night sky, and the sleeping servant finally realized that something was wrong, and hurried over with a bucket of water, but the fire was already too big.

A bush outside the manor suddenly moved, and a man covered in blood crawled out with difficulty, staggered, and stumbled into the distance. He can't be found now because he has to go and see someone. George's goddamn madman didn't know what weird poison he had found, and he now felt itchy where he got the liquid. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but scratch it, looking at the blood stains on his nails, George's mournful cry seemed to linger in his ears again: it was the devil's pace, and you would itch and rub on the ground until the flesh fell off and died miserably. No, Clarke's pace quickened, and he forced himself to resist the itch. That person must be found quickly, and that person must have a way to save him!

No sooner had Clark stepped into a low cabin than the backfoot officer kicked in the door.

The camera pans to the fire. After waiting for a moment to confirm that Clark had indeed 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 adjacent building as agreed, and paced anxiously at the door of the study. Mr. Darcy stood beside her. George's teeth were grinning in pain, and when he saw Emma at the door, his eyes lit up, and he combed his hair a few times with his hand, revealing a bright smile.

This tragic situation is really unbearable. Emma covered her eyes. The group quickly moved to the next building. The servant carefully placed George on the couch. Emma leaned down to examine his wounds. George put his left arm, which was still stuck in fragments of flesh and blood, behind his back, and said casually: "It's all skin trauma, it's okay." A coward like Clark, I don't have to draw a sword, I can beat him all over the ground with my fists. ”

Emma looked down, and the two identical emerald eyes looked at each other. George straightened his back unnaturally. Although he used to love his sister, he always put himself in the position of his brother. Now I don't know why, my sister's cold expression made him have the illusion of seeing his father, and he unconsciously put himself in the position of his son

Emma was very dissatisfied, but she made it clear what was important and asked the doctor, who had been waiting for a while, to bandage George. George turned out to be a gentleman, where did he suffer from such flesh and skin, he only felt that his whole body hurt to death. But in front of my sister, I can't lose this face, and I gritted my teeth and acted as if nothing happened.

Emma saw that his fists were clenched and white, and gently wiped the cold sweat for him with a handkerchief. Does this mean to be angry anymore?

George stole a glance at Emma. "Emma"

Emma sighed softly. "Does my brother know why I'm angry?"

George licked his lips in embarrassment. Although it was a bit faceless to be disciplined by his sister, his sister's face was gloomy at this time, and he couldn't afford to resist at all. "I'm not supposed to hit Clark in the first place and forget about business. ”

Emma felt weak for a while. She's been listening outside the door,

Belch. George whispered in his heart, "Protect yourself." ”

"Yes, it's to protect yourself! Brother, my father and mother are gone, and you are the closest person to me. Everything I do to protect you is worth it. But you don't care about your own safety. If you blow the whistle a little later this time, whether Clark opens the secret passage or not, I will let the servant in, and the fire is already uncontrollable. Emma's tears fell.

George panicked all of a sudden, and was at a loss to sit up and hug Emma, but accidentally pulled the wound and gasped in pain.

Mr. Darcy took two steps back and quietly walked out, standing quietly under the dim night sky for a moment. Emma's expression was so gentle and firm when she said, "Everything I do to protect you." Maybe George will never know how much Emma has done for him. Although he didn't want Georgiana to learn from Emma at all, there's no denying that George was really lucky.

The doctor bandaged the wound, signaled to the officer guarding the door, and left. Only siblings George and Emma were left in the living room.

Seeing that Emma was still crying, George sighed helplessly and whispered, "I don't want the fire to burn a little more completely." ”

Emma's eyes widened in surprise, she didn't expect George to think of the same question as her. Yes, she deliberately set fire to the study. There are many ways to force Clark to find a secret passage, so why do she have to use fire? Although the repayment agreement was still there when she went to look for it that night, no one should have rummaged through the text, but there is always nothing wrong with being careful. Mr. Kenter's bedroom and study were in this building, and when they were burned to the ground, even the secret items were reduced to ashes.

George touched his nose. "It was a bit hard to control myself when I first saw that shameless villain, and I had already calmed down when he went to open the door. You may not understand, but in short, it is necessary. "Suffering makes people grow. Putting aside his money-profligate habits and irritable temper, George is not stupid, and he has a certain political literacy since he was a child.

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