I stared at him blankly. I couldn't remember how I felt at that time. Although I don't like him, I don't want to get him into trouble. I always feel that since the murderer dared to let them come, he must have a way to deal with them. In any case, he would not give himself any trouble.
I asked in an unfriendly tone, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't talk to me anymore? Why are you still here?"
"Humph!" Erwin glanced at me and said, "Even if I'm a stranger to you, I won't refuse to help you when you are in great danger. Besides, you've turned to me for help."
I didn't want to get him into trouble, so I said, "I didn't send the message. You'd better leave now."
Erwin's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "You really don't want me to save you? You want to die here?"
The murderer came to me from behind, picked up his dagger and pressed it against my throat. "Have you two finished talking?" he asked in a cold voice.
Erwin rolled his eyes at the murderer. "If you have something to say, say it. How can you let go of this woman? Just tell me. Don't always frighten her with a dagger. She's a coward."
Sure enough, the man stopped talking nonsense. "It's very simple. Cut off one of your fingers now, and I'll let her go immediately."
Erwin asked with a relaxed face, "Is it that simple?"
The man nodded and said, "For the sake of you being my boss and treating me well, I will not make things difficult for you."
"Okay, no problem."
Erwin didn't even blink his eyes.
He reached out his hand and said to the man, "Give me the dagger."
The man threw the dagger towards his direction. As soon as Erwin raised his hand, he grabbed it in his own hand.
Seeing that the dagger in his hand was about to cut towards his finger, I panicked and shouted at him, "Are you crazy, Erwin?"
Erwin raised his chin and looked at me arrogantly. "It's just a finger. It's not as precious as your life."
Before I could stop him, I saw that Erwin cut off a finger with the dagger.
At that time, Erwin didn't even frown, but pretended that it was none of his business. He picked up the falling finger with a smile.
Even if I didn't have any feelings for him, I still felt extremely guilty and sad when I saw him doing this for me.
Tears fell down from my eyes in an instant, and my heart ached. I would rather be the one who had lost my fingers.
I asked with my eyes full of tears, "I don't like you. Why are you doing this? I hate you very much. Do you know that? Why are you doing this? I don't want to be entangled with you. I don't want to owe you a favor. Go away. Get out!"
Erwin was still smiling widely and looked at me jokingly. "What's the matter? Are you crying? Do you feel sorry for me? Little help shall bring much return, right? Besides, it's not a 'little help'. It's a real finger of me."
While saying, Erwin showed his finger two times in front of me.
"The other two men haven't come yet. They should be cowards. They don't care about you as much as I do. Even if they come, they must have been scared away if they are asked cut their fingers. What's more, I don't think that they won't even blink when their fingers are cut off like me."
Looking at the man in front of me, I not only felt that I owed him for that finger, but also felt angry that he couldn't be serious even at this time.
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