The indescribable "I"

Feihong has not been doing well recently.

Of course not in terms of work, he loves his job very much, it is his duty, and he is committed to doing it until the moment he can't move.

The real reason is a certain parasite in his brain, a certain clown-like character often jumps in his mind, very happy to sneer at him when he is serious about work, and criticize some things with his own three views.

Most are filled with the crispness and ruthlessness of the evil side.

Fei Hong couldn't explain to him what it means to "do things according to legal procedures" and "preferential treatment of prisoners". Under the washing of such a huge amount of information, he felt for a long time that he was going to be brainwashed by some of his fallacies.

Sometimes a thought that he said is quite right would arise, and when he came to his senses, he was frightened into a cold sweat.

Due to his recent mental state, he felt that he urgently needed a psychological counseling.

The special operations department has a 24-hour psychologist on duty, because most of the registered personnel often have some psychological problems.

When he made an appointment to come to the door, because he had been here several times before, he sat down habitually and naturally according to the procedure, but found that the person sitting on duty was not the soft-looking but capable woman he knew, but a foreign man.

——He was wearing a white coat at the time, and he was sitting in the office. He had an obviously exotic appearance, close to black brown skin, neatly trimmed black hair, and a pair of shining golden eyes. soul.

When Feihong came to his senses, he had already stared directly at the other party for a full minute in a very impolite manner.

"I'm really sorry." Fei Hong really swore that he was not gay, but his state just now was too misleading. His words were slightly blunt, and he apologized unskillfully with a stern face.

It's rare for him to be ugly once, but what's strange is that the parasites in his head didn't bother him for the first time, gloating to watch the excitement, but extremely abnormally silent, as if he had never appeared before .

Obviously, when he was received by that female doctor last time, he was so active that he had to focus on two things at the same time, dealing with two people at the same time, and in the end he accidentally uttered the quarrel in his head.

It made the female doctor almost give him a diagnosis certificate for the initial stage of paranoia.

The extremely handsome man dismissed his offensive stare with a hearty laugh, sat him down, introduced himself as Dexter, and began to ask some questions.

Except for the awkward scene at the beginning, Feihong had a pleasant communication with him.

After the psychological counseling ended, regardless of whether it was effective or not, he was surprised to find that the Mr. Clown in his head had weakened a lot. At least the silence made him a little unaccustomed to the other party's jumping personality.

Could it be that the clown began to improve his distorted personality after receiving psychological counseling through his body?

he slandered.

Either way, it's a good thing.

Because of the clown's reminder, he successfully helped the branch avoid an attack by a mysterious evil/religious lunatic.

And following the clues, they dispatched as a whole to destroy a deeply buried cult/cult den. His boss, General He, reported to the higher-ups and offered to give him credit and honors, and asked him how he knew about the enemy's attack this time. Of course, he was confused by it.

The days seem to be getting better day by day.

After a few days, the clown didn't say a word in his mind, and he got used to his quietness.

And on the day of awarding the honor, because they are a secret department of the country, they cannot hold the ceremony openly. The medal will be handed out according to the procedure, please ask He Xiong to pin it on his chest for him. Fei Hong just looks indifferent on the outside, and he is also happy. Set up a rigorous and tough image for your companions.

He couldn't help but feel some enthusiasm for this substantive honor.

So on that day, he specially put on a brand new uniform, took care of his appearance carefully, and looked in front of the mirror for three hours, and when he was about to button the last button of the uniform and go out, he The tenant who had been silent for a long time finally spoke out.

【are you ready? 】The hoarse male voice seemed to be filled with some kind of anticipation.

"Since you have been quiet for so long, why don't you continue to keep quiet today!" Fei Hong heard his voice, as if he was being splashed with cold water on Xing's head, and there was a faint cold scowl in his eyes, "Or you What are you trying to argue in my head again?"

The clown gave a weird laugh.

[I just want to remind you that your dressing taste is really bad, that's all. 】

Feihong didn't hear him speak again after that, it seemed that he seldom spoke but made fun of his own dressing taste, which was in line with his usual style of sarcasm.

He just put this episode behind him, looked at himself in the mirror a few more times, and went out.

And he would never have imagined that an hour later, he would become the prisoner who murdered his boss.

—He took out his weapon and fired three shots at the respected old man.

And all hit the nail on the head.

"what did I do?"

Feihong curled up in a secret passage in the department, tearing his hair, his face distorted in pain and shock, this tall and tough man looked as fragile as a weak calf at the moment.

Shrilling sirens could be heard from the outside in the tunnel.

His former colleagues are hunting him, and he committed a crime he couldn't believe an hour ago.

"You did it, didn't you?" He panted heavily, the original beautiful and straight uniform was rubbed with torn dirt on the rough concrete floor, and a few dark brown marks were splashed on his chest, "You control me?"

The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood still lingered on the tip of his nose, and the gun was stuck in the belt between his legs. Whenever he thought about what he had done with it, his eyes would turn red and his hands would tremble like an epileptic.

[I said, please get ready. 】

Said the clown in an extremely soft voice.

It's not scary for him to ridicule and pick things up, it's his slow-moving attitude that's the scariest.

If a third person breaks into Fei Hong's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, he will find that this insignificant remnant is extremely powerful at the moment, triumphantly suppressing the spirit of the main body, and he has become the leader of this body.

This remnant body is already dead, but he has received an indescribable gift, and is about to be reborn in another sense.

[I just borrowed your body for a while, don't worry, you are still the master of this body, you can still struggle now, can't you? 】

The sullen and pale clown played with the rose in his hand, his blue eyes rolling.

Then, he put the rose on the corner of his red lips, and gave him an affectionate kiss, as if he was treating his sweetheart.

He's lying, it only takes a few hours for him to take full control of this body, and now it's just to prevent the prey from fighting desperately.

The golden-eyed psychiatrist offered him something to make a game a little more fun, and he couldn't see a reason not to accept it.

Although it was He who took his own life, he didn't need to be angry about this kind of thing. He already had something more important than life—it was the supreme master he believed in after death, and his incarnation was going through a test. As long as he passes the test, he can return to the throne.

It's just that His incarnation is contaminated with a little weakness of human beings, and he hesitates because of this.

Therefore, he was willing to dispel this scruple and erase these defects for him.

How can God be attached to human affairs?

Fanatics take it for granted that this is all to help him obtain the authority he should have.

Since the day of the psychological diagnosis, the clown is like a lurking snake, accumulating strength during the hibernation period, so Feihong will find that he is much quieter, he just waits for a suitable moment, ready to bite him hard.

Now he's done it, the stupid idiot, and he's still questioning him.

He really didn't mind comforting Fei Hong a little bit, after all, this body was going to be dominated by him soon, and he couldn't get injured at will.

Once he has full control over it, he will craft a bloody gift, such as massacring an entire department, and deliver the news to the avatar of the Supreme Being, as part of the grand plan of the one who gave him power .

【You can tell what happened to me, anyway, you didn't do it anyway, so you can get rid of the suspicion. 】

The clown said casually, shaking the opponent's psychological defense, and continued to delay the time.

Unexpectedly, Fei Hong suddenly sneered and stood up slowly.

He said hoarsely, "You're lying to me, aren't you? What do you want to control my body for?"

[Be quiet, sir, I have already given you the reason, you can just follow suit. 】

The clown said, [In a sense, you are innocent, just like a sudden psychosis, and it is not against the law to kill someone with a psychosis. 】

[I can't control your body now, can I? 】

Of course the clown can control him, but in order to dispel his guard, he deliberately let go of his control.

"Yes." Fei Hong's tone suddenly became very light, and he laughed lowly, "You can't control me now."

His words gave the clown a very bad premonition, and he immediately had some guesses, [Wait, what are you going to do? 】

Feihong took a deep breath, closed and opened his eyes, a certain decision had been made in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he cut his wrist with a military dagger, dipped in a lot of blood and wrote a few words, then stepped back a few steps, and pressed his hand on the evil gun, feeling the slow heartbeat. Slow ups and downs feel.

This series of movements was astonishingly fast, because the clown let go of his control, it took a little time to control his body.

Maybe he didn't expect Feihong to be so straightforward and ruthless.

[Wait, what are you doing? ! ! ! 】

Fei Hong knew that there was a last bullet in this gun. It was a coincidence that if he was on the battlefield, the last bullet would always be reserved for himself.

He said sorry to his parents and companions in his heart, and slowly raised the gun to his temple.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

[No no no no no! ! !damn it! ! !You fucking bastard!Do you know what you are doing? ! ! 】

The clown directly swears a series of swear words, seeing his hope of rebirth broken by the bullet sent into his head.

[You are committing suicide! ! ! 】

boom--

Blood splattered on the walls.

The body suddenly fell down, and a pair of eyes slowly closed.

The clown probably underestimated the good side of human nature.

He doesn't know what sacrifice and protection are. Feihong has already realized what a terrible future is, so he made that decision.

Better die than let the enemy have the possibility of hurting his companions.

Even if it's just a little bit, and he's not sure, but he doesn't have the guts to bet.

He made a mistake, and I hope this mistake will not expand further.

Gunshots inevitably attracted scouts.

They immediately understood that the object of investigation was hiding in a secret passage, so they immediately entered to investigate.And coincidentally, the people who formed the investigation team this time were Wang Hui and Xie Wanliu, Feihong's familiar teammates.

They didn't believe their captain's betrayal, so they joined the inspection team, hoping to see if they could clear the captain's name.

And when they heard the gunshots, they suddenly realized something in their hearts.

Kicking open the closed door of the secret passage, Wang Hui entered the inside of the secret passage, Xie Wanliu followed behind him.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and they all saw the bloody scene——

Then, this frivolous yellow-haired man with tears welled up from the corner of his eyes, and slowly squatted down, while Xie Wanliu, a woman who was stronger than the average man, was not affected by biological energy for the first time, and couldn't restrain herself from falling down. tears.

Their trusted teammates lay quietly on the cold ground with their eyes closed.

And a little distance away from him, on the ground that was not covered by blood, there was a string of messy handwriting.

[I did not betray you. 】

That's it.

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On the other side, Outer God regretted not seeing a more pleasing scene, betrayal and bloody are always the best embellishments.

But that's about as good as it gets, He hopes that something has been achieved.

He held the phone in his hand, but no one answered it until he hung up.But He said with a gentle smile: "Do you know? The high level of your national operations department, the general named He Xiong passed away an hour ago."

"And, there is something you don't know, he is your blood-related grandfather."

Bai Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The author has something to say: Naia: "Father God, your grandfather passed away just now!" He Xiong: "Then who am I to you?"

This wave found a great grandfather.

Let's send out bento, let's eat while it's hot.