The perfect game for personalities

Roaring thunder came from the sky, and soon, the rain fell, thicker and denser, and crackled on the ground.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. The driver held an umbrella and walked around to open the door.

He got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, stepped on the wet road with his little leather shoes, then took the umbrella and walked in on his own.

The butler took his umbrella and schoolbag at the entrance of the hall, and helped him take off his coat and hang it up.

He lowered his head to take off his leather shoes, still not used to such a restrained attire.

After changing the shoes, a few chatting and laughing boys came out of the second floor. They were the same age as him, wearing the same delicate vests, but looked down from above with contempt and disgust.

The childish tone was smiling, full of naive malice.

"The little bastard is back."

He ignored them, went upstairs and returned to his room expressionlessly.

After entering, I glanced around. Fortunately, the room has not been touched.

In the past, those boys would intentionally mess up his room and throw away his things, but after being beaten up fiercely by him, they restrained themselves a little.

Although he was punished for it.

After changing clothes, lying on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside, voices that only I can hear began to appear in my mind again, as if someone else existed in my mind.

"They are so annoying, it would be nice if they disappeared."

"think...."

Such extreme and dangerous thoughts seemed to be persuading, he frowned, and hammered his head hard.

"To shut up."

I don't know when it started, it seems that when he was beaten, scolded and abused by human traffickers on the way of wandering, when he curled up in fear, when he was chewing hard steamed buns with pain, he would suddenly lose consciousness.

After waking up, others looked at him in horror and said that he had become very different just now.

Slowly, he gradually discovered that there were other people's voices in his mind, and what was even more frightening was that his body would occasionally get out of control.

He concealed this abnormality until he was taken back to this real home, and his symptoms became more and more serious.

Overnight, he changed from a trafficked waif to a young son of a big family, but because his biological mother was never recognized, and he didn't receive a good education since he was a child, he didn't fit in with this elegant atmosphere, so there were always some people of the same age. People call him a little bastard and don't play with him.

What's so good about a big house, here is the same as before, someone wants to bully him and harm him, but his biological father doesn't care about it.

Everything is boring and terrible.

It was still raining the next day. After school, he was waiting for the driver at the school gate, but he didn't arrive after waiting for a long time.

So he understood that it was the family members who sent the driver away again.

He held an umbrella, didn't go home, just found a direction and walked forward.

After crossing several streets, tired of walking, he looked around and sat down on a passing park bench.

The wet bench instantly soaked his pants, and he felt that he was also stuck in the wet rainwater, gradually being soaked, exuding a rotten smell all over his body.

There seemed to be more voices in my head.

"Aren't you going home? It's raining."

Another voice dissatisfied, "Why do you want to go home? It's not home there, it's a bunch of bad people."

"Go, just go, no one cares about you."

The gray sky was covered with overcast clouds, and not a ray of sunlight could penetrate.

He sat silently, letting the strange voices in his head sarcastically or argue, which made him have a splitting headache.

The umbrella he was holding was a little crooked, and half of the school uniform was soaked by the rain. He threw the umbrella aside, covered his head, and said unbearably.

"Shut up!"

His mind was instantly quiet, as if it was just his hallucination on a rainy day.

With a snap, the little rain boots took a step back in the water, accompanied by the sound of being startled.

He raised his eyes and saw a little boy holding a yellow cat's ear umbrella, standing beside him in a daze, as if he wanted to get closer, but he took another step back in fright from his anger just now.

The clean blue and white school uniform is a bright color in the gray. The boy looks a little smaller than him, thin and small, with a little baby fat on his cheeks, rosy white, and delicate skin.

A pair of dark eyes were shining, very beautiful, and they were looking at him blankly.

Seeing him looking over, the little boy hesitated and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, why are you alone?"

The childish and childish words in the baby's voice are completely different from the bad meanings at home, like fluffy clouds, and the pink and jade-carved little face is also full of worry.

He didn't speak.

A voice in my head muttered, "Mind your own business."

A few seconds later, another voice whispered curiously.

"But he's so cute, so pretty."

Seeing that he didn't answer, the little boy tilted his head in confusion, and then noticed that his umbrella was crooked, so he hurriedly moved closer to help him straighten it.

"Brother, your shoulders are wet."

As they got closer, the little boy's delicate face became clearer.

Only then did he see that the opponent's school uniform had his name sewn near his chest.

Class three of five years, Jiang Fei.

He lowered his eyes and finally asked, "Where are your parents?"

"Papa is shopping over there."

He looked in the direction the little boy was pointing at. In a convenience store not far away, a man wearing glasses was checking out at the checkout counter. While queuing up, he was paying close attention to this side to ensure that the little boy was within his sight.

The little boy waved to his father and said happily, "Dad is going to buy me candy!"

Turning his head, the little boy looked at him and asked inexplicably.

"Brother, where is your father? Is he also nearby?"

He watched the little boy look around, his innocent expression was full of unworldly happiness, and for a moment, extremely strong jealousy and sadness emerged in his heart.

"I have neither father nor mother."

Hearing this, the little boy was stunned and his expression became sad.

His hand was held by the little boy, the soft touch made him tremble, and a faint temperature came over.

"What should I do then."

The little boy looked at his father in distress. This was something he couldn't handle. He wanted to ask his father for help.

Before his father came, the little boy looked at him again and said softly.

"I only have one father, can I share some with you? Then you have a father too."

He shuddered.

Quiet in my mind.

The little boy's father hurried over from the convenience store, "Xiao Fei."

The little boy immediately turned his head and ran towards him happily. The little yellow umbrella flickered away in front of his eyes, and the warmth in his palm also quickly disappeared.

He pursed his lips and followed the other side unconsciously.

"father!"

The little boy threw himself into his father's arms and was picked up.

He didn't immediately pick up the jelly beans he liked in the bag, but whispered something in the other's ear, and looked back nervously while talking.

A moment of surprise appeared on the man's face, and he approached with the little boy in his arms.

He heard the expectant voice of the little boy asking.

"Father, let my brother go home with us, okay? I'll give him the bed and toys, and give him half of the delicious food."

He met the man's gaze.

The man saw the clothes on his body and the schoolbag on his back. These exquisite clothes and the logo of the noble school already showed that he was not a vagrant without a father and mother, but a child of a rich family.

He didn't expose it, he just patted the little boy's head and said gently.

"Brother is joking with you, brother has his own home."

"really?"

"kindness."

The man put the little boy down, and looked thoughtfully at him who was always silent.

"My brother may be lost. Let's take him to the nearby police station and ask the police uncle to help find my brother's parents, shall we?"

The little boy looked at him in disappointment, and cheered up again, "Okay!"

He was grabbed by the little boy running over.

This time the other party's grip was very tight, he pulled him off the chair, tried to stand on tiptoe, put the small yellow umbrella on the heads of the two, and vowed.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I will take you home with Dad."

He couldn't help but squeeze the other's little hand tightly.

It's so soft and delicate, obviously well taken care of, and hasn't suffered a little bit of life, unlike him, even though he puts on an expensive status, he is still a rough and unbearable vagabond inside.

He threw away his umbrella and held a small yellow umbrella to block the two of them.

The little boy held him with one hand, took the jelly beans from his father with the other, and generously distributed them to him.

Compared with those exquisite snacks at home, the jelly beans in the convenience store are cheap and inferior, but when you bite into them, they are very sweet, and the sweetness spreads from the mouth to the limbs, and the chest part also becomes warm.

They took him to a nearby police station, and he called the anxious driver, who said he would pick him up right away.

After making sure that someone really came to pick him up, the man picked up the little boy and left.

He stood at the door, watching the little boy lying in the man's arms reluctantly waved to him, and shouted loudly.

"Brother! Goodbye!"

Soon, the panicked driver came to pick him up, trembling on the road, begging him not to file a complaint, or he would lose his job.

He looked outside without saying a word, trying to find the small yellow umbrella in the foggy rain.

Couldn't find it.

When he got home, he returned to his room under the gloating eyes of those people, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then sat at the desk.

He carefully wrote the name on the paper.

Jiang Fei.

On the name, he drew a small yellow umbrella.

Then, he carefully folded the paper and stuffed it under the pillow.

That night, he had a good dream.

Time flies and he has grown up.

In the spacious and quiet bedroom, he was still sitting at the desk.

The well-preserved piece of paper with the name and the small umbrella was framed, and the photo frame stood in front of the table, so you can see it when you look up.

And there are many photos spread out on the desk. The protagonist of the photos is always alone, but the time of the candid photos is from youth to the present.

The top one is the most recent. The young and beautiful protagonist is wearing a white coat and is writing something intently in his office with his head down.

He was very absorbed in thinking, his brows were slightly frowned, and the cheerful expression he had when he was young became extremely restrained, the drooping eyelashes were long and thick, casting a small circle of shadows on his white eyelids, his thin red lips were slightly pursed, calm and handsome.

He stared at the photo intently, stretched out his hand, and slowly touched his calloused knuckles, rubbing the other's face with his fingertips.

"Jiang Fei."

He called in a low, extremely gentle voice.

Jiang Fei woke up.

The dream presented to him by Shen Xiu is obviously their perspective, the scene where they met Jiang Fei, and their sweet dreams.

But Jiang Fei has long forgotten that they met so long ago.

If this is the case, it means that from the very beginning when the patient came to the hospital and appointed him as his attending doctor, it was premeditated.

He came for himself.

It was pitch black, and Jiang Fei didn't dare to think about it.

He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but his movement was hindered, only then did he realize that he was in a box now.

I suddenly remembered the situation before I fell asleep. I don't know how those personalities are doing now. Is there really only one personality left?

Feeling inexplicably panicked, he groped inside the wooden box and pushed hard on the lid, but the locked wooden box was very strong.

After trying in vain for a long time, Jiang Fei finally calmed down, recalling everything that happened in the dream just now.

If the dream is real, then the signs of multiple personality have appeared in the patient's childhood, and later met himself by chance....

Things the personalities have said come to mind.

"You just need to know that we all like you."

"But our likes were different... Over time, those differences led to a complete split in personality."

"It's just that the personalities coexist in the same body after all, so they are gradually influenced by each other. In the end, each personality wants to have you. This kind of paranoid delusion makes us unwilling to be just one of the personalities, and unwilling to disappear."

......

"Every personality wants to monopolize you."

......

"Xiao Fei...Would you like to marry me?"

"I want you to be my queen."

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave me."

"Jiang Fei, Jiang Fei, I like you so much."

......

There were several bangs, as if the door had been kicked open forcefully, and the sound of staggering footsteps approached in a hurry and heavily.

Jiang Fei's heart tightened, and he held his breath.

Someone ran to the wooden box.

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a crisp sound, the lock was opened.

The lid of the wooden box was lifted, but it was still pitch black, and there was no light in the basement.

Jiang Fei could only vaguely see the outline of the other party, but could not see the face clearly.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, and the broken panting was mixed with severe pain, but the joy reached its peak.

He smiled and touched Jiang Fei's cheek with a very cherished tone.

"Jiang Fei..."

The fingertips are wet.

It's time to end.

Jiang Fei grabbed his arm.

"Gao Heng!"

The author has something to say: I really love this kind of bloody plot that Gong Shou has seen before and then Gong Shou has deep roots in love

The little door is so cute

(The next chapter will return to reality! The actual plot may have more than a dozen chapters)