Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Mrs. Yu also ran away with her sub-personality, only to see the blood dripping from her hands.

She was worried about Lu Jian, so she also ran to the hall.

Yuchuan frowned and turned around, returned to the consulting room, then came out with the tranquilizer and followed him.

Lu Jian floated next to the sub-personality and saw that she had knocked away others and ran out of the hospital, but she was standing at the street corner blankly, "Where is Wang Chao..."

Wang Chao, who is it?

Lu Jian frowned, "Aren't you still willing to tell me?" 】

The sub-personality slowly raised the corners of his lips, and his smile seemed a little sick, "Sad memories can be forgotten with time."

She rolled up her sleeves and snapped her fingers. The next moment, she felt dizzy and dizzy.

Lu Jian's vision went dark for a moment, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in his body.

She glanced at Yului, who was chasing after her, and ran like crazy. Her white feet were scratched by the stones on the road, and the soles of her feet were burning, but she didn't care at all.

I don't know how long it took.

She looked at the unfamiliar buildings around her, faced the strange looks of the people around her, and stopped at the corner of an alley.

Lu Jian: "You really don't want to tell me? Who is Wang Chao?"

She looked at the taskbar.

Obviously, a bunch of garbled characters behind the taskbar displayed Wang Chao's name.

The first garbled code and the third garbled code are still unclear.

The sub-personality is silent, silent about this, and has remained silent.

She spoke carefully, "Bai, if you just want to understand the truth eight years ago, then let's go back."

"It will never be painful to go back to the mental hospital." She coaxed warmly, "and it is very safe."

Lu Jian had the opposite position to hers at this time, as if black and white were reversed, and he laughed jokingly, "But don't you want to retaliate against them?"

The sub-personality's voice became colder, "Are you coming out here to take revenge?"

"Doesn't it matter if we die?" Her voice kept lingering in her mind.

Lu Jian's voice was unusually calm, "Yes."

The voice of the sub-personality gradually became crazy, "Okay, okay, that's okay..."

"Then let's go get revenge!"

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and there was a slight pain in her shoulder. Lu Jian saw the needle inserted in the shoulder and a pair of beautiful and cold peach blossom eyes.

Because this breath is too familiar.

So she never got defensive.

So she closed her eyes, and the voice of the secondary personality in her mind suddenly stopped again.

……

It's a stabilizer.

……

She seemed to hear Bai Zhan's voice in a daze.

It seemed a little confused and was talking about something.

The fonts that were typed on the holographic screen were blurred and blurred in her eyes, and it was like firecrackers exploding one after another in her mind. The pain was unbearable.

Her body felt pain inch by inch, as if she was suffocated, and she was so squeezed that she couldn't breathe.

The distant voice was getting closer.

'have a look……'

Who is speaking?

The voice is familiar.

She seemed to be speaking.

The voice seemed to be attached to her ears now, murmuring kindly, "If you want to see it, take a good look."

To be precise, it's the voice of the sub-personality.

A pair of hands brushed her cheek, and the girl in a black skirt was hugging her neck, putting her red lips on her ear affectionately, and said in a breathy voice, "Look, Bai..."

The dark world is as vast as the universe, but there is no light.

In the vast darkness, she couldn't see her fingers, and even she didn't know where she was.

A beam of light came in, and then, the dark hole that could pass through the light exploded like a supernova, blooming with dazzling light that made people unable to open their eyes and felt the burning intensity of the white light.

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that there was less and less air to breathe.

Like a drowning person, she fell into the abyss. Loneliness, despair, fear, and numbness were all intertwined, pulling at her waist, arms, and neck, leaving red marks.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her and pulled her out of the abyss.

She opened her eyes suddenly, sweating profusely.

The girl's voice was a little gentle, "Jianjian?"

It was sixteen-year-old Lu Fanxi.

She held the quilt in her hand and looked at Lu Jian, whose eyes were red, looking a little flustered. She just lowered her head and said, "When you sleep... don't cover your head with the quilt..."

She looked at the pillow that was wet again, hesitated for a long time, held her in her arms, and coaxed in a low voice, "Jianjian, don't cry."

My sister always cries when she lies down.

But her mother told her that it was her sister who was sleeping. She was being pretentious and should leave her alone.

but……

That's my sister.

It was a cute little girl who sang songs for a long time at her grandmother's house in the countryside before she fell asleep.

"I know you're tired."

She coaxed gently.

Since being diagnosed with mental illness...

After being diagnosed with mental illness...

Therefore, Lu Fanxi particularly hated the cage built by these three words.

Lu Jian looked at his hands in a daze.

She had no control over this body.

The girl's voice was calm and calm, "Sister, please get out."

Lu Fanxi didn't force it and walked out of the room.

As a result, she saw Mother Lu with an expressionless face.

Lu Fanxi was startled, unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, moved her body to protect the girl sitting on the bed in the door, and whispered, "Mom, mom..."

Mother Lu glared at her fiercely, pulled her out of the room, and with a bang, the door was closed.

Very loud sound.

Even Father Lu, who was working downstairs, frowned and glanced up.

But the girls in the house seemed used to it.

When she was alone in the room, Lu Jian found that she could control her body.

She rolled out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror, who was obviously young and childish, and realized that this was the ten-year-old original owner.

What would have happened to a ten-year-old girl eight years ago?

Lu Jian tiptoed against the door, listening to the sounds outside.

Mother Lu still seemed to be smiling softly, but she remembered how complicated the glance at her was, "Xixi, I know you love your sister, but there is nothing you can do about it."

"It's not that mom doesn't love my sister, but you have to know that our family is on the rise..."

"Others laugh at our family because we have a mental illness, and our business is not easy to do..."

Lu Fanxi's voice seemed very low, "But Jianjian doesn't want this either."

"Mom knows, and she loves her too. Mom will take care of everything, so don't stay so close to your sister." It seemed that Lu Fanxi was persuaded to leave by Mother Lu's words, and she could hear the footsteps going downstairs.

The doorknob was also turned at this time.

Lu Jian felt a distortion in front of her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she sat back on the bed again, with the same expression and movements as before, not even moving her position.

Mother Lu walked in expressionlessly at the door. She locked the door and walked towards Lu Jian step by step.

She suddenly started to laugh and touched Lu Jian's face lovingly. The girl's eyes were numb and she did not look away. She seemed to have become accustomed to it. "Jianjian, do you want to go out and play for your tenth birthday?"

The girl didn't reply, but looked at her with a pair of gloomy and injured eyes. She blinked again and again, and there seemed to be water in her eyes.

She moved her lips a few times and whispered, "Mom..."

Mother Lu's hand touching her face moved to her arm, and her sharp nails dug into her flesh, but the girl didn't even tremble.

"What did you say you called me?"

……

The girl grinned her lips and gave a stiff smile, which was not pretty.

"……lady."

Tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Do you... still keep the flowers I gave you last time?

Do you think the rose I gave you is cheap and embarrassing among the piles of gold and silver jewelry?