Officer Xiang and Mumu

Due to the rush, I packed fast food for four people.Ben said that he would not eat if he didn't eat it, and firmly believed that I had poisoned the food.I handed the fast food to Hao Aiguo and Luo Jun, but Luo Jun didn't take it either.

"What do you mean? If you don't want to eat, just take a taxi back. I don't have time to take care of your princely stomach."

Luo Jun thought for a while and reluctantly took it. Where did the piano prince eat this kind of street fast food?

Then, I took Ben out of the car and received Luo Jun's venomous gaze, only feeling pain like needle pricks in my back.

I gave Ben the money, "I'm convinced, you can buy what you want to eat." I saw Ben looking up at a store with a red tone, and the old man on the signboard smiled kindly.

Most of the customers in the KFC store are young. Children ranging from a few years old to 20 years old love to eat foreign fast food.It was only then that I realized that no matter how much I dragged Ben, he was just a child after all. I don't know what kind of life experience he has?

Sub-personality has an independent personality and identity background, and they will never equate themselves with the main personality.The parents of the main personality are not the parents of the sub-personality, and the hobbies of the main personality are not the hobbies of the sub-personality, because all kinds of dissatisfaction in the main personality are overthrown and rebuilt by the sub-personality, but often the sub-personality also has other unsatisfactory, perfect people does not exist.

However, I think that no matter how different they are, they all use the same body, and some skills and common sense of life are definitely shared. Otherwise, the split sub-personality will be a giant baby who does not follow the world, which runs counter to the original intention of this disease.Sickness and splitting are to protect the main personality, and if they are all giant babies, there is no guarantee or protection.

I still feel that they are one individual, whether it is Lingyunmu, Rennes, or the book in front of me who is worth [-] to [-] yuan, they are one person!

I may be poisoned, so I can't even touch the dinner plate, otherwise I will be suspected of being poisoned.So, I watched him order, wait for, and pick up, and he can only be used as a mobile payment machine.

Only when I was poor and white did I realize why this foreign fast food is so expensive?A hamburger costs more than 30!This cannot be reimbursed. I clutched my wallet (mobile phone) and felt distressed for five seconds.The problem is that I have paid so much, and the people who oppressed me still don't have a good face.Ben took a bite of the hamburger with a ferocious face, drank a big mouthful of iced Coke, and glanced out the window to see the street scene.

"Is that why I'm so annoying?" I sat across from him, I couldn't smoke, I could only hold the cigarette in my hand and play with it.

He hummed two words in his busy schedule: "Shameless, villain."

"Hiss... I gave you face back, right? Do you know who you eat and use? Have you heard of the basic morals of our Chinese nation?"

"Not interested in."

"Filial piety, loyalty, propriety, righteousness and shame!"

He cracked the fried chicken leg and looked at me with a mouth full of oil.

I asked him: "Don't you read?" Could it be the inertia in Ling Yunmu's bones?A hard-working person may subconsciously be the opposite. Struggle is ultimately dictated by fate.

"Uncle, are you annoying? Just like Confucius, it affects people's appetite!"

"You also know Confucius? It seems that you are not so stupid."

"Cut, I can recite the rules of my disciples upside down."

I believe that Ren can memorize it fluently, but this violent young man can memorize it fluently?I couldn't help but want to open my eyes: "Listen to it backwards?"

"Tch, who are you? Do you still want me to recite it to you?"

"Who can listen?"

"tyrant."

Another tyrant!I tried to ask: "Lingyunmu?"

"Yes and no."

It was Ling Yunmu, not Ling Yunmu, I was confused by him, "Is he cruel?"

Ben's chewing speed slowed down, probably recalling something, but I never heard him speak, only saw him eating like a refugee, chewing, fast and ruthless, as if he hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes of.Including when ordering food just now, he didn't understand the rules of queuing at all, so he went straight to the front, and he was still not convinced when I pulled him back.He has an urgent habit of "snatching food", rude and direct, as if there will be no food if he delays.

You're so hungry, why didn't you take the initiative to ask for something to eat?If I hadn't reminded him in the car that it was time to eat, he wouldn't know how to fill his stomach, as if the stomach wasn't his, or he was used to starving.

Is this caused by the cruel rules of the tyrant?

I don't like to talk about tyrants, so I had to make a detour: "You hit that father in the morning, I understand your original intention. Later, I went back to observe, and that man did have a tendency to domestic violence."

He continued to eat without speaking.

"He is very impatient with the child. He will raise his hand when the child cries a little bit. Although he has not hit the child yet, he has a slight manic tendency. Once he drinks alcohol or is triggered by something, it will be difficult for him to restrain his body. His slap is going to fall one day.” I looked down for his eyes, hoping he could give me a little response, “Ben, you slapped him from the future, right?”

Perhaps being frightened like this, that father's slap will fall later!

Ben stopped eating, his cheeks still bulging.He looked up at me, his eyes very bright.The red tomato juice stained half of his face, making him look like an unhygienic teenager.I reached out and took out the paper towels buried under the dinner plate, found a few clean ones and handed them to him, but he refused to pick them up, so I had to wipe the sauce off his face myself.

"Can I still have a chicken drumstick?" He said suddenly.

"Of course." I handed him the phone and asked him to click it himself, "but you have to clean your mouth first."

He took the tissue, "Get it for me."

I thought I heard it wrong, is there no poison on me?

When I was picking up the chicken leg burger, my mind was suddenly struck by lightning, and I thought I was broken, I was fooled!This bastard must have deliberately pushed me away so that he could escape, but I was still immersed in the feeling of being understood, how naive!

I snatched the chicken leg burger from the waiter and ran away. When I turned the corner, I saw Ben was still sitting on the seat, which was rare for him to sit there quietly.

"call--"

It was a false alarm, and my three souls and seven souls were about to shed their shells, because chasing this kid would take time and effort, and I really didn't want to make more troubles.

He unpacked the chicken burger and ate it with relish. This time, he no longer gobbled it up, but savored it carefully.

"Is it delicious?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Does Ling Yunmu also like to eat KFC?"

He shook his head.

"Ren definitely doesn't like to eat." Taking advantage of him being more docile now, I asked him what kind of treatment he did after being taken back to the mental hospital in the morning.

Ben said: "I don't know. I fell asleep after the injection. When I woke up, I saw your people in the treatment room. I dreamed of you."

I don't feel right, "Dream about me?"

Ben said viciously: "I dreamed that you poisoned a whole table of food!"

"..." I admit that I used too much force in the morning, but to deal with his stubborn stubble, I can't be ruthless. "You've been sleeping? Haven't you been hypnotized?"

"I don't know, anyway, I just don't know about personnel."

I asked him to tell me about his experience in the hospital in the morning. Ben was very impatient, and finally told me for KFC's sake.At that time, he was struggling all the way, and was dragged into the ward by seven or eight nurses and nurses, who tied him up not long after.But the more he resisted, the more brave he became. Not only did he break free from the belt, but he also kicked over the table, and was finally knocked out by a sedative.

For some reason, I was a little uneasy, so I pulled out the video on my phone, it was the sandplay scene secretly filmed by Hao Aiguo after he entered the treatment room.I asked Ben, "Didn't you set up these props?"

Ben looked at the phone with a puzzled expression on his face: "Toys? I'm not a child."

Obviously, Wei Chenglan lied about this matter.

I don't know what his treatment process was like, but he couldn't bring Ben, who was sleeping like a dead pig, to psychotherapy, could he?

At that time, the news from our secret post was that at that time, Ling Yunmu walked into the treatment room accompanied by a nurse, and the master personality was awake.

But it is impossible for Ling Yunmu to display such a rich pattern of sand games, and it will not be Ren.After excluding Ben, only Wei Chenglan was left in the treatment room. Did he arrange it himself?

Wei Chenglan shows Ling Yunmu a sand tour?

Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

What the hell is Wei Chenglan doing?

I looked carefully at the props on the sandy sea. There were many children, in twos and threes, as well as houses and trees...

"What does Ren look like?" Ben asked suddenly, and I looked at him unconsciously, "What did you say?"

Ben repeated: "What does Ryan look like?"

"Aren't you the same... Well, you are not the same at all. He is more refined than Ling Yunmu, 26 years old, mature, likes to drink coffee, wears neat suits, and pays more attention to his foreign blood."

Ben looked down at his crumpled shirt, reached out and scratched the collar that was too revealing, looking down in thought as if a little ashamed.

I was amazed by his actions, there was such a side to Ben, who was rude and direct.