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"It's changed." Seeing that he didn't go in, the guard got impatient and pushed him, "Be quicker!"

After such a push and push, Zhang Jue felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen.

The guard pushed him into the room and closed the door without giving him a chance to question him.

Zhang Jue clutched his waist, and immediately opened the clothes after entering the door.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

On his waist, there were many scratches of different sizes, which seemed to be scratched by sharp objects on the skin, and scabs had formed.

Judging from the angle and depth, it should be him, or the main personality.

It wouldn't cause him to be seriously injured, but it left very obvious marks.

What is this man trying to do?

Zhang Jue endured the pain and wanted to go to bed and rest.

After seeing the furnishings in the house, I also understood why I had to change rooms.

The room had obviously been remodeled, the walls had been covered with a thick layer of foam, the bed had been replaced with a cardboard bed, and everything that could have been used for self-harm had been removed.

Presumably the Authority had discovered his self-harm and had to do it.

No wonder the guards didn't have a good look at him.

This main character is too fierce.

Now he can't do without killing him, maybe one day he will be killed and killed twice.

He lay down on the bed all at once, and immediately felt something was wrong.

He lifted up his clothes again, staring at the wounds on his body and fell into thought.

There are different lengths and it looks a bit like Morse code.

He tried to interpret it, but found that it didn't make sense.

Probably he was thinking too much.

Some perverts just like to prick themselves with needles for no reason.

……

Two days later, on September 2th.

There are still 5 days until the trial.

Zhang Jue met his lawyer Liu Zhe again.

Together with Liu Zhe, Huang Jikai, the doctor who initially evaluated his mental state, came to visit him.

"The matter of integrating personality is very important to you. I was afraid that what I conveyed was wrong, so I directly invited Director Huang here." Liu Zhe said.

Huang Jikai nodded: "Mr. Zhang, because there is no precedent for curing multiple personality disorder in China, I came here to help you as well as myself. I hope we can succeed."

No profit can not afford to be early.

Zhang Jue could see that Huang Jikai spoke up to dispel his guard.

Smart people do smart things.

Zhang Jue nodded: "Then trouble Dr. Huang, what should I do?"

"Mr. Zhang, don't be in a hurry." Huang Jikai waved his hand, "Before the real start, there are a few issues that need attention. I want to talk to you. If you figure out the joints, it will play a big role in your next actions. effect."

Zhang Jue sat upright.

"First of all, Mr. Zhang, what do you think is the most important thing as an individual?"

Zhang Jue thought for a while and said, "Memory, thinking."

"Very well, Mr. Zhang, you are right, a normal person, as long as he recognizes these two points, he will not lose himself - but, Mr. Zhang, your situation is a bit special."

Huang Jikai paused for a moment, as if he was trying to organize his words.

"Although you are an imaginary derivative personality, compared with the main personality, you are calmer and more rational. You are not that harmful to society. This is why Lawyer Liu and I chose to help you. But you have a fatal flaw - you are the product of the master's fantasy, you have no past, all your experiences, your memories, are imposed on you by the master, and it does not really exist. If you want to succeed, you will To merge the master personality, one must try to accept those real memories that belong to him, otherwise even if you expel him, you will be a rootless weed, can you understand what I mean?"

Because the content was relatively obscure, Huang Jikai spoke very slowly, and looked up to see Zhang Jue's reaction every time he said a word.

After listening to his words, Zhang Jue thought for a moment: "In other words, I want to give up my previous experience, accept his memory, and then continue to maintain my current way of thinking, and live in this world in this state."

"Yes, very right." Huang Jikai nodded approvingly, "Only in this way can the two of you be truly integrated, there will be no conflict between the main personalities, and both of you will be reborn."

"I see." Zhang Jue's face was calm, "Then when shall we start?"

"Not yet, I need to prepare." Huang Jikai said.

Liu Zhe took out his phone and looked through the calendar.

"There are still a few days until the trial, and the next time you gain control of your body, we will start."

Zhang Jue glanced at Liu Zhe, then at Huang Jikai, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Okay, then it's settled."

……

Thanks to Mr. Qin Zhidao for the reward.

For some reasons, this book has been limited, and few newcomers can read it. I sincerely thank all the big guys who have supported this book all the time. Because of you, I can continue this story. Thank you everyone.

3Chapter 17 Guess who I am

At night, Zhang Jue lay in bed unable to sleep.

Since coming here, he has been examining the world as a bystander.

His character is like this, absolutely calm and rational, and he will never yell hysterically like those people in TV dramas at any time, because it is useless.

Even when he found out that he was a sub-personality, he quickly accepted the reality.

Find out the problem, try to solve it, no matter whether you succeed in the end, you have no regrets.

Probably this is the biggest difference between him and ordinary people.

He can adapt to a new identity and a new environment very quickly.

Just like traveling to the Administration.

Oh, well, that should be the experience imagined by the protagonist.

Yang Xue's shadow appeared in his mind.

In the novel written by the protagonist, the character of the heroine is similar to that of Yang Xue.

Gentle and stubborn.

Sure enough, this kind of girl only exists in novels?

This is so fucked up!

He was thinking about these things, when he suddenly heard the siren sounding outside.

Alarm bells rang loudly, accompanied by people shouting.

"on fire!!"

Within 2 minutes, a faint smoke drifted in from the gap under the door of his room.

It's over.

The room he was in was completely enclosed without even a window. The smoke contained a lot of harmful particles. After a long time, he would be choked to death if not burned to death.

He looked around, and was about to tear off the sheet on the bed and stuff it into the toilet to get some water, when he heard the sound of the door lock.

A security guard opened the door, covering his mouth and nose, and shouted to him: "Come out!"

It turned out that he had not been forgotten.

Zhang Jue hurriedly left the detention room with the security guard on his back.

It was early in the morning, and there were not many people on duty. Fortunately, the alarms in the detention center were relatively sensitive, and the fire did not cause much damage.

Zhang Jue was taken to a safe place. While walking, he heard from passing staff that a house seemed to have been burnt down.

Originally, Zhang Jue didn't take it seriously.

But when he was taken to the elevator, he glanced in the direction of the fire, and he was surprised to find that the house he had lived in was on fire.

Such a coincidence?

Zhang Jue wanted to go to that room to have a look, but with his current status, he could only be escorted away, so he had no choice but to give up.

This was just a small episode, and it didn't cause much commotion.

During dinner the next morning, Zhang Jue heard two guards discussing the matter. He heard that the circuit in the room was aging.

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows and continued to deal with his buns and porridge.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, I felt that the taste was not right. The stuffing in the bun seemed sour, and the quality of the meat was obviously not good.

Damn, this kind of thing dares to be eaten by others. The contractor of the canteen in this detention center is probably someone's brother-in-law.

Zhang Jue put down the buns and only drank two bowls of porridge.

Before he finished eating, there was a grunting protest from his stomach, and there was a sharp pain.

He wanted to fart, but he held his sphincter tightly and didn't dare to relax.

If there is such a little luck at this time, a beautiful chrysanthemum will surely bloom on the pants.

"report!"

"What are you doing?" The guard who was chatting at the side walked over impatiently.

"I need to go to the bathroom!"

"Hold it! Go back to your room!"

"I can't help it, I'm about to jump out!"

"..."

……

Hutong—wow——

After squatting for nearly 10 minutes, Zhang Jue finally excreted all the toxins in his body.

I don't know what kind of meat that bun is made of. The effect is so fast, why didn't I see other people go to the toilet.

Could it be that he ordered the back, just a broken one, and let him eat it?

Zhang Jue felt that his legs were a little numb, and holding on to the partition of the toilet, he opened the door with difficulty.

The guard waiting outside the door looked at him with contempt.

After squatting for so long, if it wasn't for the smell and puffing sound coming from inside, he would have thought that Zhang Jue had run down the toilet.

Zhang Jue's legs became more and more numb, and he couldn't move after washing his hands. As soon as he tried hard, he felt sore, so he could only support the sink with his hands.

The guard probably also saw what was going on, and ran to wait outside the toilet with a grunt. It really stinks here.

Zhang Jue looked at himself in the mirror.

The appearance is still the same as before, but a little thin and sloppy.

Also the beard hadn't been shaved in a while and had fresh stubble.

But it doesn't affect his handsomeness, instead he has a decadent beauty.

I don't know how many years ago, there was a picture of Brother Sharp circulating on the Internet, probably that feeling of vicissitudes.

He just looked at his current appearance in the mirror bored like this, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

……

"Forehead--"

Zhang Jue woke up from a burst of pain.

He tried to open his eyes, looked around, and realized that he was lying on a hospital bed.