My Apocalypse Fortress Vehicle

That night, Zhu Zihan woke up.

Gu Zhuo also didn't expect that this guy was so weak. Just a slight blow made him faint for a whole day.

After he woke up, it was obvious that he was not a strong personality, but a weak coward who could only cry.

He glanced around timidly and saw that he was thrown on the cold metal ground and tied like a rice dumpling, unable to move.

He was so scared that he glanced around again and saw Gu Zhuo and others sitting in the center of the base having dinner. Their atmosphere seems to be very good, completely different from what I saw in the Prophet Cult.

No matter what time of day it is, it is as lifeless as a pool of stagnant water. Not only that, there are clear hierarchies there, and if anyone dares to cross the line, he will be severely punished.

It is exactly the same as the medieval church in the West, where there is a group of rigid priests.

When the Prophet taught, he had the lowest status in the management, but for other ordinary believers, he was still out of reach.

Zhu Zihan remembered that he often bullied other believers, deliberately embarrassed them, humiliated them, or tortured them in various ways. This always gives him the illusion that he is very powerful, thereby covering up the sad fact that he is not reused in the Prophetic Religion.

But now that he was tied here, seeing Gu Zhuo and others enjoying themselves, he could only feel jealous.

Not only that, his stomach growled several times, telling him that he was already very hungry.

In order to find Gu Zhuo faster than the others taught by the Prophet, he only brought one android with him and rushed towards the direction of Gu Zhuo's base without stopping. He didn't eat much, he was tired from traveling and traveling, and now he was even more hungry.

Although Zhu Zihan has a weak personality now, he cannot bear such a psychological gap.

In order to gain some psychological balance, he activated the magician.

Gu Zhuo and others were eating, and everything was normal. Suddenly, the surrounding scene dimmed, and the lights used for lighting in front of them flickered, as if they were going to go out at any moment.

It was as if the scene suddenly changed into a horror movie.

Not only that, but the most terrifying thing is that at some point, a lot of white ghosts gathered around them again.

These ghosts stared at them, getting closer and closer, and they were about to overwhelm them.

"well."

Gu Zhuo sighed helplessly.

He knew that this was Zhu Zihan activating his superpower again.

Although this illusion could not cause any real harm to them, the sudden appearance still destroyed people's original good mood.

Gu Zhuo picked up a chopstick on the table and smashed it towards the light bulb that flickered regularly.

The tip of the chopstick hit the light bulb, and Gu Zhuo used a lot of force. There was a "pop" sound from the light bulb, and then it was smashed out. The moment the lightbulb went out, those white ghosts also disappeared.

There was another rapid change of scene, and the familiar brief headache.

After breaking through Zhu Zihan's illusion, Gu Zhuo gave everyone a wink, stood up, and walked towards Zhu Zihan. Jia Sheng stood up and followed him.

The two of them stood in front of Zhu Zihan. Zhu Zihan didn't expect that his illusion would be broken so quickly. He thought he could hold on for at least an hour.

Gu Zhuo's observation skills are stronger and more terrifying than he imagined.

"Your tricks are of no use to me. I can defeat you once I know your weaknesses. When I was a soldier, I could clearly see which trench the enemy was hiding in and where mines were buried, because If you don't observe clearly, you will die. Compared with those, your little tricks are nothing."

Gu Zhuo helplessly said to Zhu Zihan,

"So stop doing this. If you do this again, I will have no choice but to knock you out again and make you passively settle down."

Hearing this, Zhu Zihan realized that he was no match for the man in front of him.

He began to believe that even if Gu Zhuo had no powers, he could easily twist his head off.

"Then give me something to eat. I'm a little hungry."

Zhu Zihan said weakly.

"Why are you hungry? I don't think you activated the illusion at the right time. You might as well create an illusion for yourself, and you won't have to eat when you're eating a French feast."

Unlike Gu Zhuo, Jia lives like a bandit and directly rejected Zhu Zihan's request.

Zhu Zihan was rejected directly and his stomach growled again. He felt greatly wronged. Sure enough, his nose turned red and he was about to cry.

"No, please stop crying. Why are you crying all the time?"

Seeing this, Gu Zhuo quickly grabbed him.

"Don't be a clown. Be normal. Otherwise, why don't you call out your normal narcissistic personality?"

Hearing Gu Zhuo speak, Zhu Zihan tried not to cry, his entire ugly face twisted together like a ball of dough.

He asked with a cry:

"What kind of personality are you calling? What do you mean?"

"Don't you know you have a split personality?"

Jia Sheng answered him on behalf of Gu Zhuo.

Zhu Zihan shook his head blankly and said at a loss:

"How can I have a split personality? I only have this personality. What are you talking about? Don't scare me..."

Zhu Zihan said in horror, as if he had heard a ghost story.

Jia Sheng and Gu Zhuo looked at each other. It seems that the popular science I read before is correct. Patients with schizophrenia who have multiple personalities will think that they are the only master personality, except in special circumstances, when they are integrated into a complete personality after treatment or huge trauma.

"Then what is your name now? Are you still called Zhu Zihan?"

Sometimes different personalities have different names. Gu Zhuo wanted to see if Zhu Zihan was like this.

"Yes, of course my name is Zhu Zihan."

It seems that all of Zhu Zihan's personalities share the same name.

Hearing this, Gu Zhuo remembered that maybe this Zhu Zihan was Zhu Zihan in his childhood, so he would appear very fragile.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve years old."

"Damn, I guessed it right."

Gu Zhuo looked at Zhu Zihan in front of him, who was definitely more than twelve years old. He turned his head and said to Jia Sheng:

"The split personality of this guy should be himself at different ages. I don't know what kind of shock he has suffered before. Anyway, now we are facing the twelve-year-old Zhu Zihan, so he is just like a child.

"No wonder he is so childish in his thinking. It seems that twelve-year-old Zhu Zihan is his current dominant personality."

Jia Sheng waved his hand, he was a little stunned, no matter how old Zhu Zihan was in front of him. He lowered his head, glanced at Zhu Zihan fiercely, and said to him:

"Smelly boy, no matter what, stop playing your second-rate tricks. If you continue to be petty, let alone eating, we will throw you out immediately. You are alone outside in the dark. Go deal with those monsters."

Hearing this, Zhu Zihan couldn't help it and burst into tears.

"Don't cry! Don't cry! If you cry again, I'll throw you out now!"

Jia Sheng said it very fiercely and seriously, and it looked like he was about to take action.

Zhu Zihan quickly shut his mouth and held back from shouting, but tears were still swirling in his eyes and soon slipped down his cheeks.

"Nod if you understand what I mean."

Jia Sheng continued.

Zhu Zihan quickly nodded heavily.

"Okay, Gu Zhuo, nothing happens anymore, let's go back."

When Jia Sheng saw this, he raised his head with satisfaction. It seemed that he was very satisfied with his method of training the children.

Gu Zhuo burst out laughing and asked:

"You and Xia Ran don't talk like this, do you? You sound like a fierce god."

"That's not true, Xia Ran is much better than him. He is only nine years old, he understands everything, and he has a sense of propriety in what he says and does. This guy doesn't even know how old he is. Just say he is twelve years old, so forget it. , still so childish, really not as good as nine-year-old Xia Ran.

"No matter how old he is, he is just a little kid. You have to be tougher on him. Otherwise, how will he listen to you?"

Hearing this, Gu Zhuo laughed dumbly:

"Xia Ran is not an ordinary person at nine years old. Her mental state is more mature than that of a twenty-nine-year-old. Are you comparing him to this clown?"

"No matter, at least my method is very effective, isn't it? If I don't treat him, he will be playing tricks all night long, making people upset."

What Jia Sheng said was true. Gu Zhuo nodded and stopped caring about Zhu Zihan.

Zhu Zihan seems pitiful, but he can join the Prophet Cult and still have a management position. Gu Zhuo believes that he must have a lot of blood on his hands, and he is not a poor person to sympathize with.

If you sympathize with such a villain because of the retribution he now deserves, then Gu Zhuo would feel like a holy mother.

Let Zhu Zihan be alone for a while, let him suffer a little, and ask again tomorrow, maybe he can ask something else.