Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Whether it was day or night in the world outside, Blanche Capra had been completely unaware.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She didn’t have much time to react when the building collapsed around her before she was knocked out by the loud noise that was close to her ears. She could confirm that she had been knocked out by the shock, not by something. Because when she woke up, although her eyes were dark and she couldn’t see anything clearly, there wasn’t anything weighty pressing down on her.

She was extremely fortunate to have fallen in a safe triangle.

Blanche Capra didn’t know how much time had passed, didn’t know if it was night or day outside, and she was too blank herself to even think about anything at the moment she passed out. And at the moment, she carefully climbed to her feet, the tiny space only tall enough for her to sit up on her knees.

Blanche Capra was even more careful to try to feel her hands gently, her hands were hard and rough walls, and she could even feel the tiny stones, and she probed forward and backward separately, and sure enough there was no exit.

The outside was blocked.

There was no danger to herself for the moment, yet there was nothing she could do, nothing she could do. Blanche Capra could only stay here in peace and quiet, waiting for rescue from the outside.

At first, for an hour or two, she was able to be cold and quiet, but then this darkness and endless deathly silence that didn’t know when it would end made her more and more afraid, more and more panicked, and that name in her heart rang louder and louder.

York Charlie, York Charlie, York, where are you?

Blanche Capra hugged her knees, an extremely insecure position, and she felt shivering all over. Moments like this were not desperate, but they were not sure if there was any hope at all. Moments like this would always remind her of her nightmarish memories, the struggle to the edge of life and death, the nightmarish experiences.

She thought of calling out for help, but she got no response except for the dust shaking down around her. The darkness and silence consumed all her courage and patience, as did the loss of hearing and sight, a loss that would drive one mad! She couldn’t find a point to keep herself calm, at least her heart wasn’t so panicked anymore, so panicked that she couldn’t breathe a little.

How long had passed outside anyway?

She didn’t even know how much time had passed since she’d come to her senses here.

Here, Blanche Capra felt as if she had entered another world, one that had nothing to do with the original one at all, one that couldn’t be hooked up with the original one in any way, not even light, not even sound, not even the oxygen in the air, could reach each other.

And all she could think of now, besides all the fear and panic, was the figure of one man – York Charlie.

She thought about what he was doing, was he trying to save himself, or … was he also buried? Blanche Capra thought of this possibility, her heart strings collapsed to the extreme, almost subconsciously got up and rushed out.

“With a loud bang, she hit her head hard.

Blanche Capra immediately burst into tears of pain, but she wasn’t sure if she was in pain, or if the thought of that possibility made her vulnerable. No, no, she’d seen him go to the edge of the site, he’d gone off to talk things over with the men, supposedly to the shed over there.

There, there is no collapsing there …

The more Blanche Capra thought about it, the less likely it was that York Charlie had been killed, and a heart gradually relaxed, but it still sank in her chest. Though, though it was roughly certain that he was in no danger, she herself … feared that she herself might never see him again.

Her heartache flooded like a flood when she thought of the possibility that she would never see him again.

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At this time York Charlie has completely lost his mind, he walked in the middle of a ruin, just want to find the figure of that one person, but unfortunately, her face is so profound, but never appeared in places other than in his mind.

York Charlie began to yell her name at the top of his lungs.

The firefighters following York Charlie were helpless, there was nothing more they could do to stop him. This kind of persistence and expectation of one person wanting to find another person is even stronger and more determined than the will to survive when one is killed, even to the point of a kind of paranoia, a kind of madness.

York Charlie is still digging with his bare hands, screaming Blanche Capra’s name, as if he never knows how to get tired, as if as long as he does not find the person does not get her response, he will never stop.

The firefighters next to him couldn’t stand it, they had dug everywhere, there were still some dead ends, but the detectors had basically probed them, and the man was completely out of his mind, not willing to believe in the facts they had come up with, he had to go back and forth, going deeper, inch by inch.

But how far could he go with his hands? Even the machine is no longer useful, his hands made of flesh and blood, what can he do? It was useless after all.

York Charlie had indeed fallen into a state where he did not know that his body was tired or that his hands ached. He had never called out a person’s name so often, so mostly out loud; he didn’t like to talk, and he especially didn’t like to talk nonsense. But now every one of his calls, the ones that normally sounded like nonsense, the ones that seemed to do nothing to anyone else at the moment, her name, every time, every syllable, meant so much to him.

If only he could get a response from her, York Charlie thought.

“York Charlie?!” A voice blurred.

York Charlie froze in place, a little incredulous and afraid that he had hallucinated and misheard it. He stood still as the familiar voice came from behind him on the right, so real, “York Charlie! I’m here!”

She struggled to amplify her voice, but cried out in a thick sob.

It was as if York Charlie had suddenly been favored by the gods and found, miraculously, the hope of his life. It was the hope of her life, and it was the hope of his life. Without her, without her, there was probably no way for him to live.

Heart pounding with ecstasy, York Charlie responded to her, “Blanche Capra! I’m coming for you!”

His voice was hoarse, trembling, yet still familiar to her, belonging to him. It was like a handful of sand had been added to the original mellow, clear wine, and it was so hard to get it down her throat.

Separated as if a lifetime so long, this voice seems to come from another distant time and space, do not know how many years to call out, persistent poignant, entangled, but finally is through all the barriers, drifting to her side.

Blanche Capra in the midst of such a terrible darkness and dead silence, suddenly heard his voice, at first she thought he heard wrong, but he screamed and shouted over and over again calling, let her realize that everything is real, the voice is real, she will see him is also real.

She could not wait to respond to him.

York Charlie, he … had really come. He had come to her!