【The hanged man】

When you regain consciousness, your brain seems to be boiling.

I opened the refrigerator, took out the newly bought milk, washed the glass, and found a new note sticker on the milk box.

I don't :)

It's my handwriting.

I let out an irritable moan from my throat and threw the whole box of milk into the trash can.

Liu Yanxi was still lying on the sofa and looking at me. She was wearing a loose beige nightgown, and she regarded this place as her home.

"Your cleanliness is quite serious. Shi Zuocai refused to drink his saliva after being touched?"

He is him, I am me. I said in my heart. But she did not reply to her desire. I looked at the time, at 8:42, and there were still eighteen minutes left. I felt quite anxious.

Since last week, Liu Yanshi has come uninvited every morning at 10 o'clock and will not leave until 9 o'clock in the evening - until now, I don't know how she realized my second personality.

But no matter what, I have no reason to refuse to understand Master Kuangyan.

That morning, she used an understatement to reveal the deepest secret I had hidden. The strong fear even made me forced to wake up directly and regain my dominance.

Then she told me: Creating personality is extremely dangerous. Human brain research is still in a very shallow field. If you are not careful, all kinds of unpredictable accidents will occur. There are many examples of being turned against each other by the sub-personal personality in history and devouring the main personality. In addition, it may also cause a series of mental illnesses.

I know she is not lying. I have indeed had some problems in my body over the years.

Since the second personality appeared, I have started to feel neurasthenia and can hardly be awakened by the outside world during sleep.

So when Liu Yanshi came to find the lock-opener to pry the door, I had no idea.

"Even if you don't want to become a Kuangyan Master, you should at least understand the relevant knowledge. With your current situation, maybe one day you will never be yourself again after waking up."

So I had to start to understand Master Kuangyan.

The so-called Kuangyan Master, "crazy" means "inconfusion". In addition, "crazy" was also used as "deception" in ancient times, which meant lying. This name originally contained two of the biggest characteristics of Kuangyan Master:

Madman with multiple personality disorders.

An eloquent liar.

After that episode, in order to understand myself, Liu Yanshi asked me to divide the day into two halves, and the time during the day to the second personality, and the time at night belongs to me, and as an intermediary, she built a bridge of communication for us.

I personally think this matter is redundant - as the creator, I have known him well.

We are like the two sides of Tai Chi, and all his personalities are opposite to me: they are lazy, willful, good at socializing, like to cause trouble, and have no self-discipline.

But people are obviously more willing to date a clever conversation than a gloomy Asperger patient.

Over the past few years, out of interest, he has spontaneously blocked many troublesome communications for me.

Although we can choose to share memories when exchanging personality, the initiative is all in people who use their bodies. For some reason, the second personality does not hand over the daytime memories to me.

It is not difficult to guess the situation. I saw many new books piled up on the desk in the living room, "The Art of Deception", "Etiquette", "Overview of Psychology", "Essence of Human Social Engineering"... I knew that the Second Personality should have signed some demonic agreements with Liu Yanshi, and they were inseparable from the flow.

I don't have much thought about this. He is interested in Master Kuangyan, and I can give him most of my life. As long as I don't get involved in trouble, nothing matters.

It was already eight:52 now. Liu Yanshi changed into casual clothes, yawned out of the bathroom, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked back at me:

"Then let's do it now?"

Her bangs drooped, revealing her fair forehead. Based on the principle of silence first, I washed the dishes seriously and ignored her.

But Liu Yanshi didn't eat this set. He picked up the remote control and changed the table unconsciously. The topic of lack of nutrition continued:

"School will start next week. Have you done your summer homework?"

The bowl has been washed and I started wiping the cutting board.

"Shizuocai, are you reading Hinaki?"

I pulled out the new garbage bag from the locker.

"There are still leftover pizza in the refrigerator today, you want to eat it."

I began to feel anxious: Why don’t these two bastards cook by themselves? The shelf life of frozen chicken in the refrigerator is obviously only today.

I opened the refrigerator, threw the frozen chicken into the garbage bag, and finally said the first sentence tonight:

"It's already nine:02 now."

Liu Yan looked at him "Oh", stood up, and walked around with a small bag:

"Then I'll leave."

I felt relieved when I heard her footsteps walking towards the door. It seemed that the troubles of the whole world were quickly leaving me.

I can finally enjoy the time of being alone. I want to dump the garbage after she goes downstairs and take a shower for fifteen minutes. If the time is enough, maybe I can finish watching the remaining half of yesterday's "Mulholland Road" and go to bed on time at eleven o'clock - everything is like a train running at a constant speed on the track, proceeding in an orderly manner, which makes me feel great. Even the sound of Liu Yanshi opening the door lock and turning the door shaft sounds like a wind chime from heaven in my ears.

Until the sound of Liu Yan's gaze came.

"Um?"

Her voice was a little surprised.

Because there was a girl standing in front of the door.

Neighbor.

Short hair.

Pretty face.

Looking nervous.

"Shi Zuocai," Liu Yanxi turned her head:

"Someone is looking for you, are you friends?"

"No."

My voice was as faint as dry ice:

"It's probably a lunatic who lie down on the rails before the train enters the station."

——In my life that has always been consciously running like a train, I can only think of such a metaphor to describe such a bad accident.

Liu Yanshi sat on the single sofa and looked at me, her eyes scrutinized.

I was too lazy to pay attention to her, so I looked up at the clock, and at 9:11, I started shaking my legs.

Liu Yanshi asked: "Is she your girlfriend?"

Anhe City was startled and shook her head very hard. She sat upright, like a primary school student who did something wrong.

"My classmate Shi Zuocai and I were in the same class... Although we were neighbors before, we had been studying in different schools."

After explaining, she glanced at Liu Yan again and turned to look at me uneasy:

"Who is this?"

Liu Yanshi once again showed a smile that made my scalp numb:

"I'm his girlfriend."

"No." My attitude was firm and turned around and asked Anhe City:

"What's wrong with you?"

An Heshi pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind and looked up at me.

"Student Zuo Cai, I'm here this time, I want to ask you..."

"Can I refuse?"

"No!" Liu Yanshi threw me with a pillow. "You let everyone finish their words!"

I let out an anxious humming from my throat again.

"Tell me."

Anhe City is quite hesitant.

"... Although this time it was purely my personal matter, it was really inappropriate to ask outsiders to ask for something else, but I could not think of anything else. I had no choice but to ask for classmate Zuo Cai..."

Anhe City says:

"Actually, for the past half month, I have always felt that someone is following me..."

Liu Yan looked softly and said, "Huh" and I looked up at the clock again. It was nine o'clock.

"Have you called the police?" I asked.

Anhe City shook its head:

"Actually, I have called the police... But the police said that there is no actual basis for such a thing, and they cannot file a case, and it is impossible for the extra police to help me investigate whether I have been tracked."

"But," she held her knees: "It could not be an illusion... I'm very sure of this. I'm really being followed! Every day when I go home from a place where I work, when I look back, I can see a person hiding in a nearby place, hanging from behind me, and following the street corner next to the community... I'm really scared. Now I have to find a way to pick the most crowded road home every day, but it's not a solution to keep going like this... I don't know what to do..."

I said lightly:

“Will it be better to discuss with your family?”

"I've said it...but, my father went abroad on a business trip two months ago, and he hasn't come back now, and the phone can't be reached... Only my mother and I are left at home, and my mother has no choice... Although I have thought of not going to work for the time being and avoiding the house for a while, but..."
To be continued...