Officer Xiang and Mumu

Hao Aiguo handed me a soda, and we walked outside the game hall, leaning on the railing to overlook the sixth-floor shopping mall, where business is booming.

"Brother, would you equate Ling Yunmu with a sub-personality?" He suddenly asked very seriously.

I took a sip of soda: "If you can draw an equal sign, things will be much easier."

"So, they are different?"

"No, they are one person, both are Lingyunmu."

"It's all Ling Yunmu..." Hao Aiguo didn't quite understand, "What if there is a conflict? For example, one is jealous of the other?"

Like Ren, it's a bit of a competition for favor with the master.

I said affirmatively: "Even if there is a conflict, any conflict is a paper tiger in the face of a threat to the health of the main personality. They should not have a big difference. The primary and secondary personalities are equivalent to a team, but they are more important than the real ones. A team composed of people with different thoughts is much more united, do you believe it?"

Suppose a ship is shipwrecked at sea, and the survivors flee to a deserted island. They will have all kinds of fights because they face unknown difficulties and few food.There are moments of solidarity, but with the danger looming and death looming, egoism is at play all the time, and there is a good chance that only one person will survive in the end.

So, wouldn't the struggle between primary and secondary personalities be as intense as that between people?

I said: "In theory, it shouldn't be. Because of this kind of schizophrenia, when any personality faces conflicts and difficulties, their priority is not to change themselves to overcome difficulties, but how to find a substitute. For example, Ren can't bear For Wei Chenglan's injection, Ling Yunmu couldn't face the torment of schizophrenia for a long time, so it came out. This is actually a valuable spirit of cooperation."

"What if Ben doesn't work either?"

"Then the personality of split travel, the potential of people is unpredictable."

"Isn't that even worse? Keep splitting up..."

"So, take good care of him. In the end, he should not be split into pieces, nor should he kill all other personalities, but integrate all personalities and reshape himself."

Hao Aiguo finally understood, and looked at me with a slight smile: "Brother, Ling Yunmu must be lucky to meet you."

"No, I don't know what I can do for him..." I was actually quite at a loss, looking at Ben who was already able to beat his opponent to pieces.He was having a lot of fun at the moment, and the impulsive impulse that had nowhere to vent was released, and he finally became happy and dripping.

Luo Jun and Ben played in the game hall for nearly an hour. If I hadn't accidentally touched Ben's forehead, he wouldn't have known that he was really sick!He was not happy to leave the game hall, and the fever didn't affect his mood at all, until he stood up, and when he closed his eyes, he slumped.

This is a frivolous boy who ignores his physical ailments just for fun.I had to carry him to a nearby clinic for an IV drip, and the group did not rest until midnight in the hotel where we were staying.

Ben still had a low fever, so I soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it dry, and wiped him down.

"Did you take care of him when he was sick?"

"Huh?" I looked up at him suspiciously.

"Ling Yunmu."

"Yes."

"why?"

"I want to solve the case."

"Just to solve the case?"

I thought for a while, "What else?"

"Others have also solved the case, and they are not like you..."

"There is a saying that if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get a tiger's cub. Mental illness is no different from Longtan and tiger's den."

"So you're still tired and scared?"

"Tired, if your fever doesn't subside tonight, I'll be even more tired." I've finished wiping his bare|exposed skin, soaked the towel again, and came back to continue serving him.

"I heard that you are rich?" Ben, who was sick, didn't cry or cry, but his mind was relatively clear.

"Ancestor, brother is unemployed now."

"Your family has money."

"……well enough."

"Can't someone else do this for you?"

I paused, "You want someone else to do it? Wipe your body?"

"no……"

"What do you think?"

"Do you like Ling Yunmu?"

What is bothering the boy?I asked him interestingly: "What about Ling Yunmu? Does he like me?"

Ben kept silent and watched me for a long time.When he was quiet, he was indeed no different from Ling Yunmu, what was reflected in his deep eyes was an excessive indifference, as if all the important and unimportant things in the world were insignificant in his eyes.

My thoughts surged: "Can you sense what Ling Yunmu is thinking?"

He shook his head and nodded again, leaving me dumbfounded.

"I don't know, but I don't hate you."

"Yeah, you don't hate me, you beat me hard in the morning, remember?"

"Uncle, what is do|love?"

I thought I had heard it wrong, until he asked again, in that very serious discussion tone.

"Ben, why would you ask such a question?"

"Can't this question be asked?"

"No..." I thought for a while, "How old are you?"

"sixteen."

It's not because you have to be an adult to ask this question, but I'm curious why he asked it like this. Could it be the confusion of adolescence?

"Uncle, can't you answer me?" The light in the hotel room was a bit dim, and he looked very calm, like a curious baby.

I cleared my throat: "Cough...that's what I do with my beloved."

"Must it be the one you love?"

"Of course not, but if you don't do it with your loved one, it's just an ordinary exercise to solve physical needs."

"Uncle, do you know why I have a fever?"

"you are sick."

"No... Ryan said, if I'm hot all over, I need sex|love."

"..." I was stunned, and it took me a long time to realize that he must have misunderstood.In Ben's world, Ryan was imagined by him, so who said what Ryan said?He should still be talking to himself and convincing himself.

Ben took my hand and put it on his face, it was hot and the temperature came up again.I was anxious, and immediately took out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine bag and poured it into the measuring cup.He said firmly, "It's useless, it's not sick, I need to make|love."

"Being your sister, take the medicine quickly!"

He kept his mouth shut and refused to eat. I pinched his lips and forced it down.It is easier to operate because it is a liquid.He was as sullen as if he had eaten rat poison, obviously displeased.

"The fever won't subside for a while, will you do it with me?" He still refused to let go.

"roll!"

"It's just exercise. I'm good at it. My 7.8-meter speed is only [-] seconds."

"I am better at sports than you. Ben, you have to understand one thing. This sport is different from this sport. This sport must be done with the one you love in order to achieve spiritual sublimation."

"I don't hate you, and I want the fever down."

"Does it hurt you to burn?"

"It's hard."

"How can I see that your face is not red and your heart is not beating? Why are you uncomfortable?"

"I feel bad all over."

I had to tell him he must have misunderstood.The prerequisite for that sport is that certain physiological phenomena must appear in some of his organs, if not, it will not work.He also checked himself dubiously, and found that it was indeed not there.

I lost my temper by him: "You are just sick now, you know? It has nothing to do with exercise! People who are sick should not exercise."

"But……"

"Come on, go to sleep."

"Can you promise me one thing?"