The correct way to deal with multiple personalities

01.

Since Master began to come out of the strange three views of the 'fictional world', he has been looking around, maybe expecting to invent another inhibitor or something-he is a genius after all, from 'everything has been After jumping out of the "prescribed" thinking framework, it is normal to start gearing up to twist fate.

Maybe he can invent inhibitors, and even turn himself into a human being completely, live, die, die, and be with the one he loves, like a normal person.

Maybe it won't be done for a while, but whatever; this genius decides to do it, and there will be results.

But before that, he doesn't intend to leave any regrets, such as falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved and watching him grow old and miss him for life; or accidentally killing someone who shouldn't be killed, like every Doppelgangers or heroes gone astray.

Rat finally got excited, let his brain work, all of them worked, swiping the screen with formulas and calculations in his mind every day, but he was extremely happy.

I really can't understand him.

Brother still lives his life, as if his mind is not being swiped-in fact, it is true, whether he is working or not has nothing to do with Brother.

Until—"Let's talk about our theme—why decide to forget?"

The butterfly self-propelled gun Yeyi asked with a smile on her face and in a relaxed tone.

The only downside to keeping Rat too busy was that at this moment, I couldn't think of any normal answers to him.

02.

If you directly say that you are afraid that someone will accidentally kill him, you will definitely be ridiculed for your lack of self-control—but it is useless. Few people in this world know what a terrible monster the shapeshifter is, and no one knows that horses What a dangerous doppelganger Steiner is - maybe not including The Flash.

Erlam, working with Rattle, muttered softly that even Batman wasn't as smart as the Flash.

(Mo Jun: He knows.)

Rarely, he set up a Flag in a vague way. Maybe Batman knows it, so he hides it better than Flash; maybe Flash knows something that I don’t want him to know.

Since Mo Jun doesn't explain clearly, I won't ask more questions.

When my brother remembered that Ye Yi was still waiting for his answer, the two of them had been facing each other in silence for 5 minutes.

awkward.

"Maybe I don't understand myself."

Total disgrace.This kind of deception is, in a sense, an insult to Mo Jun's IQ.

(Eve: Don't laugh at yourself, I don't want to complain about how contradictory you are.)

Ok.

"Do you have love phobia?"

(Ritter: Yes.)

"Not at all. Brother has fallen in love with others and enjoys being loved by others."

(Cast: Full score for tone, 99 for content, let's enter the Oscars.)

Never.

I must have a phobia when I read the lines according to the script.

Ye Yi's expression became serious.

The eye patch on his domino mask is slightly squinted, and it looks all Batman himself.

(Lucia: Don't panic.)

Brother Cai——

(Miao Zeke: You said yourself that Tsundere is your lightning point.)

"Then who else do you love?"

"Do you want to become a psychiatrist? It's not that I'm boasting. All the psychiatrists who met me died in the end."

(Cast: It's so scary to talk about natural old age, are you really not interested in Oscars, boy?)

"I'm familiar with this. In fact, I'm familiar with the doctor at Arkham." Ye Yi shrugged, and he looked a little subtly-tired.

"Dicky Bird, are you tired?"

He looked surprised, "Why do you know this?"

"See it?"

"No, I mean, that title."

There was a nostalgic and sad sweetness about him, light but delicious.

"My brother used to call me that."

Brother tried to smile, but just as the muscles on his face started to move, he was laughed at by Eve and failed. In the end, he twitched his mouth as if giving up.

"Of course I saw it in the history books."

It was Yeyi's turn to stop laughing.

03.

Occasionally, I feel that it is a pity to give up the treatment. There are so many beautiful men and women in this world. It's really not a good idea to post it, anyway, brother is a useless social cancer.

The only thing that will happen is to create disputes.

(Mo Jun: But arguing with you is meaningless.)

My brother's life itself is meaningless at all.

04.

"I don't have love phobia, I only have a little loneliness phobia, you can see it when you see the secondary personalities who keep grabbing your camera."

"..." Ye Yi still looked tired, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Does it make sense?Does whatever is going on really make sense?

(Eve: You have derailed human life.)

Eating, living meaninglessly, arguing, talking meaninglessly.

If you're not a doppelganger, you won't be able to enjoy the beauty of frantic killing; if you're not a human being, you won't be able to experience the joy of growing up, dying, dying.

I can't feel happiness, and I don't know what love is; I can't even get up the energy to chase.

Nightwing stood there, masked from his eyes, unable to see disappointment or sadness; but he must despair of me, because no matter what he did, he couldn't make the dead water flow.

…But at the thought that he would give up, that he would despair about it, a certain part of his body suddenly became active, restless, anticipating, longing—his despair.

It must—Master thought excitedly, staring intently at Nightwing's handsome, dejected face—delicious.

Nightwing raised his hands unexpectedly, through the thin tights Master could even figure out the seductive movement of every muscle... Nightwing gave him a hug.

The young man has a fresh lemon smell, and the human body temperature is transmitted through the tight uniform, accompanied by the clear, slow and real heartbeat.

Hey, hey, hey.

He didn't say anything, the close distance made Master feel Nightwing's heartbeat gradually increasing.

bang bang bang-

It wasn't just Ye Yi's heartbeat that was getting faster.Master felt that his heart was beating so fast for some inexplicable reason, he was also inexplicably unwilling to move or struggle, and almost indulged in this hug.

Humanity.

He sighed inwardly.

Human.

The heartbeats of the two people were intertwined, and the short and powerful voice might be a little chaotic, but it made Master feel surprisingly good.

It seems that the other half that has been missing has returned, so natural, appropriate and beautiful.

"Hmm." Master said meaninglessly, and he forced himself to leave the warm embrace of Nightwing who turned into a cuddling bear.

"Okay, brother admits—love phobia or something... and, a little in love with you?"

"..." There was a soft smile on the corner of Ye Yi's mouth, he blinked slowly, and the previous fatigue was swept away.

Maybe he'd finally figured out that Master and Arkhamle's lunatics were different--he'd been soothed almost easily.

He always had hope for the world.

So Ye Yi shrugged indifferently, "Remember we are going on a mission?"

Night Wing Extra Story: The Correct Way of Domesticating Big Cats

Dick—yes, under the handsome domino mask, Nightwing has a name comparable to Master's, Dick, the bunker—has always had a subtle sense of sight for Master, because, Master Te really resembled a certain lion he had raised in a circus as a child.

It is huge and docile, and only roars majesticly when it is performing.

Dick remembered the lion, he'd stroked its soft mane once, and it had been a good circus companion and never showed a sign of wanting to hurt any of the guests or circus members--the tamer had always been proud of it.

Until one time, a guest waved a delicious chicken leg, maybe just raised his arm inadvertently-the lion stood up fiercely, roared ferociously, and almost jumped forward.

Fortunately, the animal trainer restrained it in time, and the guest was so frightened that his legs became weak, instead of being eaten by the lion as a chicken leg.

The animal trainer was scolded by the head of the circus, and then came up with a bad idea: he let each circus member wander in front of the lion's cage with meat, and whenever the lion showed any movement of wanting to eat Or yelling and demonstrating, you will get a severe whip.

The lion jumping through the fire hoop was trained in this way, and the circus members didn't feel any problem; however, maybe it was a certain premonition unique to children, Dick just watched the lion's unwilling roar from a distance, and was powerless in the cage. pacing.

Until the end, maybe it was really powerless to resist, maybe it was beaten with a "long memory", the lion finally became indifferent to the delicious food in front of him-and finally starved to death in the cage.

Ye Yi looked at Master, as if he saw a calm and indifferent lion; leaving aside his instincts, he was afraid of being beaten, and he would just turn a blind eye to the meat, pretending to be indifferent, and feeling desperate in his heart.

Ye Yi stood outside the cage, and finally opened the cage with great effort. He couldn't move the large beast, so he had to hug him at the risk of being bitten—but the beast just raised its eyes and looked at him, without him at all. The awareness that you can come out of the cage at any time.

Indifferent to such a large piece of meat——

Ye Yi inadvertently brushed his fingers over his lips and narrowed his eyes.

I'm ready to fight back and celebrate when you pounce on me, okay?

The author has something to say:

"It's because I'm sick that I write so many original plots in fanfiction—and there are many people who say they can't stand your self-proclaimed name, buddy."

"What the hell is brother?... If you think it's bad, it doesn't matter if you change it. It's just a word."

"..."

"kindness?"

"……sorry."

"When did you become so conscious?"

"I'm sorry, I can't make you handsome and likable; I'm sorry, I can't keep writing; I'm sorry, I can't continue to love you."

"—Are you going to kill... me?"

"..." I probably just want you to comfort me?

"This service is not provided.... But it's okay, to be honest, brother is just another you created by you because of loneliness, talking to you all the time - so it doesn't matter if you kill me, I'm just you That's all."

"..."

"Don't cry. No matter how ugly you cry, I won't call you true love. I'm not narcissistic at all."

"...That's, what the hell is calling itself..."

"That's what I call myself, because I regard you as my younger sister. Tsundere little bastard."

"..."

In the end, it was unbearable and tears welled up.

'I really want to have someone to chat with and complain', 'I really want to have a brother to play with at any time'. Those childish and willful requests to revisit old accounts. Now that I write, I look at the data, stare at the message, and don't chat with him much.

"Brother doesn't want you to really have a split personality. Let me tell you, you are not afraid of being lonely to such an extent, are you?...Okay."

That voice still keeps talking to me; I can't get bored, can't give up; can't stop loving him.

part of me.

"Okay," the author slammed the keyboard on the table, "I'm afraid of being lonely to such a stupid level; how dare I trick you, sir."

"An author with a particularly big brain to comfort himself?" The Master touched his chin and smiled, "Congratulations on discovering your superpower."

"Okay, sister knows that my super power is to love you! Don't worry about it!"

"Ah."