How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 15 - Why couldn't she be the one that was knocked unconscious? (1)
In any case, Bo Li got the information she wanted from the trainer.
Although she didn't remember much about the original work, she vaguely remembered that Erik appeared in the circus first where he learned magic tricks and singing. He didn't become a famous mad genius known for his mastery of trap doors until long after leaving the circus and after he entered the Persian Empire.
The storylines had been rearranged into a different order. It seemed that she had really transmigrated into… the horror movie version.
Bo Li broke out in cold sweat.
She had watched and acted in many horror movies.
Due to a difference in cultural background, supernatural creatures were rare in European and American horror movies. Most of those movies were about how the serial killers would brutally murder their victims.
Of course, in order to make sequels, the writers would sometimes give the serial killers inhuman strength and physique.
In the movies, the killers were born evil. They were unpredictable, uncommunicative, and merciless.
In some movies, the killers might talk to their victims, but that was only to break down their psychological defenses and to watch their prey's fear and struggle.
She could only be grateful that this wasn't a traditional horror movie and that Erik wasn't a crazy serial killer.
Although he was unpredictable and uncommunicative, he still longed for physical touch and would compromise for a hug.
Bo Li felt that her values had become somewhat twisted. She actually felt that Erik wasn't that scary.
Perhaps, he could change.
Bo Li knew very well that Erik was dangerous and might kill her at any time. His dagger had touched her throat, teeth, and back several times already.
He only said one sentence, and she had to rely on guessing to figure out his intentions.
She had escaped from being killed by him three times, and now, her adrenaline would soar as soon as she saw him. A strong desire to survive would burst through, and her thought process would become as quick as lightning.
After transmigrating, she felt extremely lonely and helpless. She needed the companionship of a friend to pull herself together.
Erik was an excellent choice. How could this not be considered a healthy relationship? She and Eric would become the best of friends.
Thinking of this, she turned around to look at Erik.
Erik was also steadily looking at her.
He didn't expect that she would have such an attitude towards the trainer and was carefully observing her.
Bo Li looked him in the eyes. She cleared her throat and calmly said, "We have to deal with the aftermath."
Erik still didn't speak, but Bo Li understood from the look in his eyes. He didn't understand what dealing with the aftermath meant or why she said "we".
Clearly, he had done everything by himself. He had dragged the trainer by himself, tied her to the chair by himself, and stabbed his dagger through her hand by himself.
And yet, Bo Li said "we".
This word puzzled him, and the scrutiny in his eyes increased almost to the point of wariness.
Bo Li thought it was reasonable for her to think he was like a wild animal. His wariness was higher than any other human's.
Even now, she vaguely felt that she didn't win him over with her rhetoric. Rather, he had succumbed to loneliness. He craved physical touch and warmth even if he knew the other person had ulterior motives.
Bo Li: "It's almost the time when everyone gets up… We can't let her tell other people about our affairs."
She emphasized "we" and "our".
After a pause, Erik didn't disagree.
The process of convincing the trainer would be easy. Erik had a dagger, and she had her words.
Bo Li showed the trainer that her injury had stopped bleeding. "As long as you keep what happened today a secret, I'll find a way to treat your injury. Otherwise… "
She leaned forward, lowered her voice, and threatened, "I won't mind if you lose your hand completely. It's not my hand anyways."
The trainer glanced at Erik and nodded in humiliation.
Bo Li thought it over and added two more conditions. First, she couldn't force her to steal anymore. She didn't want to be arrested by the police and deported.
Second…
Bo Li took out the gold pocket watch and stuffed it into the trainer's dress pocket.
"Return this to Mike. Tell everyone that Erik didn't steal it. You found it in the woods and forgot to give it back to Mike."
The trainer looked at the gold pocket watch. Her expression was slightly confused. "You… It was you that stole the pocket watch, and then you framed him…. And he's still helping you? How did you charm him?"
Bo Li patted her shoulder. "That's not something you should know. Just do as I say."
The trainer rolled her eyes. She seemed to realize that this was a good opportunity to sow discord.
Bo Li had worked so hard to finally gain Erik's trust, so she couldn't possibly give her that chance.
She took a deep breath and imagined herself as a vicious and short-tempered person at the end of her rope. She elbowed the trainer's forehead, and then she leaned over, looked her straight in the eyes, and said, "Do as I say, or you'll be losing your other hand."
This was Bo Li's first time using her acting skills to threaten someone. The effect of her performance wasn't good, but her elbowing almost sent the trainer to heaven.
The trainer was dizzy and sweating from that blow. She was scared that she would hit her again, so she repeatedly nodded and agreed to everything.
In this way, Bo Li convinced the trainer to agree to those conditions.
She exhaled in relief and turned to look at Erik. He had already left.
Bo Li shrugged. She didn't mind. She would spend the next two days focused on planning their escape.
First of all, she had to take her mountaineering bag with them. She had everything in there: a hat, a coat, underclothing, snacks, canned food, sanitary pads, etc. Her body was malnourished, and her current menstrual bleeding wasn't much. She could make do with gauze for now, but what about the future? She didn't want to suffer through a urinary tract infection.
Plus, her backup phone and portable charger was in there too.
The backup phone was her old Apple phone. It could only be charged to 85% battery life and might shut down without warning without an external power source, but it ran smoothly, had a large memory, and she had saved a lot of ebooks on it.
She read a wide variety of books and bought a bunch of ebooks in one go. Her collection included professional social science books to books that taught livelihood skills from the Middle Ages to the Victorian era. These skills spanned from how to tame a horse, how to make hand cream, how to keep your breath fresh, etc. She even had a book on how to skin a lion.
At the time, she just read them for fun. She didn't expect that they would one day be useful.
Most importantly, this era already had electricity generators.
As long as she was lucky enough, she could live a life here that was as comfortable as one in the 21st century.
She would stop at nothing to get the backpack.
Her backpack had attracted the attention of the manger and was moved to the big tent. That tent was guarded at all hours by hired gunmen.
There was no way she could get the backpack out of there by herself, but she didn't want to ask Erik for help.
With their current relationship, she was thankful enough if he didn't kill her or use his dagger to express his thoughts. It was enough that he would take her with him when he left the circus.
Their relationship would change if she asked for further help. She didn't have the courage to bear the consequence of that change.
T/N: Next part will be posted on August 16th at 9:15 PM EST.