The ends of the long corridor were still unexplored and unexplored in endless darkness, except that the position where she was standing was lit up, illuminating the two doors on each side of her hand.

Because he had just been freed from the severe pain, it took Fang Songqi a while to shake his senses, and after looking around, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the gloom was swept away, and he turned to a little joy. After all, I have been looking forward to dreaming of coming here again during this time, and now I have got my wish.

She has put the matter of Ji Zhongtang and Lao Xu behind her for the time being, and now it is time to carry out what Dr. Ma told her: find three other personalities for a meeting!

I didn't forget that when I came back, the memory storage room where the three personalities were concentrated, Fang Songqi opened the first door on the right hand without hesitation with his memory, but it was not the studio that entered the field of vision, but Xiao Jiu.

“？？？”

After being stunned for four or five seconds, Fang Songqi returned to the corridor, and reacted that the position she was standing in this time may be the opposite of the last time, so the position of her left and right hands was also reversed. After all, the two sections of this aisle look the same, and it is not clear at all.

, then it's the other side.

Fang Songqi turned to the door directly opposite and opened it.

The smell of paint fills the canvas and paintings.

Well, that's right!

But the question is, what about people?

Xiao Jiu, Iron Wolf and did not appear in front of her together like last time, not one.

Did they change the place where they met?

Quite possibly!

After thinking about it, Fang Songqi turned back to Xiao Jiu's door, reopened it, walked in, and looked around.

There is no fog today, and if you look around, everything is clear at a glance.

Empty.

Walking out, Fang Songqi changed to the Iron Wolf's memory storage room, pushed the door and entered.

The noise inside contrasts with the dead silence outside.

She covered her ears and couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

There are so many people here that it's hard to find, okay?!

But wouldn't she look for it if there were too many people?

Whew, don't worry, don't worry, be patient. After reassuring himself, Fong began to weave his way through the crowd of people who were frantic about boxing matches.

Sweating profusely after a circle, he didn't even have an iron wolf at all, let alone the other two.

Fang Songqi went out and came back to the hallway, staring at the last remaining door.

The last time she opened the fourth door, she woke up from hypnosis. If you look at the distribution of each personality with a memory storage room, this fourth door undoubtedly belongs to herself.

The other three personalities are not in the three places of Fang Cai at this time, so will they be on her side?

Perhaps because of most of the day's useless work, Fang Songqi's premonition in his heart was particularly bad at this time.

The premonition was not good, but she still took a deep breath and stepped forward to push the door open.

I still remember the last time she was blinded by the glare of light when she first entered, and this time she raised her arm to cover her eyelids.

The expected light did not appear, and the lively and dynamic music and the laughter of children caught in the ears.

Fang Songqi put down his arm suspiciously.

All kinds of cartoon dolls are parading through the streets, and many children are gathered on both sides with their parents to watch, uh, this is an amusement park?

Isn't it hilarious that her territory is a childish amusement park?

After taking a curious turn, Fang Songqi found that what was even funnier was that this amusement park only had two entertainment facilities, except for the street show in the center: Dumbo and the haunted house.

Her heart is """.

Look at other people's territory is a studio, Iron Wolf's territory is an underground boxing gym, although Xiao Jiu's territory doesn't know what it is, it is also a very tall appearance, why is it only hers who can't get on the stage?

Fang Songqi held his breath and refused to be defined as a childish ghost who likes amusement parks!

After being blind and depressed for a while, she still gathered her emotions and tried to find the other three personalities, and her heart became more and more uncertain, because she had not found anything when she had just wandered roughly in the first circle.

In the second circle, she searched more carefully than the first circle, for fear of missing it, even in the haunted house, she went to pick the faces of those ghosts, and she didn't know how long she was busy, Fang Songqi farted tiredly, and went up the steps.

No, no, no! no! no! nowhere to go!

Where did the three of them go?

If you can't find them to meet to discuss the integration of her personality, doesn't that mean she will never get better?

The most important thing is that now, even how she should get out seems to be a problem: the method of how to escape from dreams taught to her by Dr. Ma has long since worked with the changes in her condition, and she has just tried several more times, but it has indeed failed.

So, what can she do now is wait, wait for herself to receive the stimulus and wake up?

It seems like that's all there is to it. Grass!

Fang Songqi grabbed his hair irritably.

Why are the three of them gone?!?!!

After the break, Fang Songqi went to the other three memory storage rooms, and finally stayed in the studio.

The easel painting is the one she had seen the last time she saw them, a distorted face outlined with white lines on a black background, and the title of the work is "Mirror Flowers".

The dark painting style that has always been creepy, dull and depressing.

Just as she was about to walk away from the easel, she caught a glimpse of a pale woman's face out of the corner of her eye, Fang Songqi was so frightened that she almost screamed, and after staring at it, she found that it was, and the surprise immediately overshadowed the fear, and she rushed forward: "You are here! Where did you go before?"

But it disappeared again.

Fang Songqi froze suddenly, a little stunned for a moment, and soon she realized something, and the whole person retreated back to the position in front of the easel.

Re-emerged.

Fang Songqi moved to the left, ""Follow the move, move to the right," ""Follow the move."

It's a mirror. Directly in front of the easel, there is a mirror that can reflect the person. What she saw was not, it was herself in the mirror.

Fang Songqi raised his hand to touch his face, quite panicked, why did she become the way she became?

She ran out and rushed straight into Xiao Jiu's space on the opposite side. Bending over and holding her hands on her knees for a moment, she looked up, and unexpectedly saw a vague picture of her appearance on the screens that were raised high.

Fang Songqi stepped forward in a daze and took a closer look.

is no longer the face, nor is it her original face, but when she was a child, that is, Xiao Jiu's real body here.

Fang Songqi seemed to understand something, turned his head and strode out, turned to the underground boxing gym, and found the mirror in the locker room, as she expected, she became a strong and strong iron wolf at this time.

In other words, which personality territory is she in now, and will exist in the image of that personality?

In fact, it's right to think about it, she and the other three personalities are the same person.

But the question is, where did they go?

A certain spiritual light crossed her mind in an instant: disappeared, disappeared?

The thought instantly occupied all of her thoughts, as if it had been confirmed. Fang Songqi squatted down and hugged his head, recalling the picture of Xiao Jiu's "death" three years ago that she kept flashing, is this the reason?

The three of them, without even saying hello to her, quietly disappeared directly by themselves?

If that was the case, wouldn't they be too boring? She was looking forward to a meeting with them. If only she hadn't run last time.

Then a new question arises: Is it the same thing for them to disappear and merge with their personality? That is, does their disappearance now mean that they have merged with her?

Fang Songqi stood up suddenly, looked down at himself, and then touched himself. Dr. Ma didn't tell her what personality integration was like, and whether she would have any special feelings. She doesn't seem to be the same now as she was before?

She couldn't understand it, she was very confused, so she wanted to go to Dr. Ma immediately.

But again, I can go back to the problem: she can't get out on her own now!

The Iron Wolf's territory was too noisy for her to think, so she covered her ears and left, and when she came to the aisle and saw the door of her own on the other side, she wondered what it was like in her territory, so she went into the amusement park to look for mirrors.

Fortunately, it was her original appearance that she was really afraid of a monster before that, but it was a bear.

In view of the fact that in the four spaces, Xiao Jiu was clean, clean and bright, Fang Songqi chose to stay in the past, quietly waiting for the opportunity to go out.

A closed space with no concept of time, neither sleepy nor hungry, everything seems to be still, Fang Songqi can't feel the passage of life, and what follows is more and more despair.

At this time, she turned to the iron wolf to be stimulated by the boiling voice.

When she is bored, she goes to her own turf to sit on Dumbo in her hand, no one queues, she is alone, and there is no time limit for riding, she wants to sit as many times as she wants, and sit as long as she wants.

When she was irritated and needed to vent, she didn't choose to go to the boxing ring and get beaten for no reason, but went into the haunted house to beat those "ghosts".

As for there, she occasionally poked her head in and looked, hoping to see them again, if the result of integration was that she was waiting here alone and endlessly, she would rather them come back again, not be cured at all, and the four personalities would have been living together like this.

But every hope only increases the degree of disappointment.

As a result, her emotions became more and more unstable, and in order to regulate, the frequency of running in four spaces in a row increased greatly. She can be considered to be aware of the space of which personality she is in, and the emotions of that personality will be invisibly amplified and affect her.

But gradually, she will not be able to distinguish who she is, sometimes in the haunted house of her amusement park, she fights "ghosts" halfway, and suddenly realizes that she seems to be using herself as an iron wolf, and the paintbrush that she can't touch and doesn't know how to touch at all is actually held in her hand by familiar eyes.

She thought that maybe the best place to go was the aisle in the middle, and she didn't want to go into any more space, just stay outside, and finally she would appear in the aisle first when she came, maybe the same place should be left?

But before that, she found a new way to spend her time in Xiao Jiu's territory: the display screens that played Xiao Jiu's memories on those sides could be controlled by her.

She wasn't sure when she could be controlled by her, but she guessed that it was because Xiao Jiu had disappeared or had been integrated with her, and she naturally mastered it, and not only Xiao Jiu's memories, but also the two parts that should have belonged to Iron Wolf and He, could also be seen here.

Do people have the opportunity to look back on their lives only after they have died?

Fang Songqi didn't know the answer to this question, but the tall screen surrounded by it was indeed showing her past 27 years in its entirety.

Yes, complete, it is no longer a one-sided memory of any one personality, it is the history of her growth that is separated from all the things that really happened to her and on her by the four personalities that are separated from her and fused without any conjecture.

Most of the content is already very familiar to Fang Songqi, because during the treatment process, her original biased memories have been repaired with the supplement of other personality memories.

However, many details were fully supplemented through this replay, and there were important omissions, such as the strong intuition that had come to the verification before she opened her eyes, and she really couldn't remember an important thing

She actually knew very early that she was not Lao Xu's biological child, she found the contract from Fang Jie, she was the child born by Fang Jie who went to a sperm and sub bank in the United States to buy sperm and conceive.

Some banks implement strict two-way anonymity and confidentiality of donor and recipient information, while others have more options.

At the bank where Fang Jie went, the donor could not disclose his identity information at all or conditionally disclose his identity information. If they are willing to disclose it, then for 18 years from the time of signing the contract, the donor needs to update the personal information to the bank every year, including name, telephone number, e-mail address, etc., once the child reaches the age of 18, the bank will disclose the donor's personal information to the child, and if the child wants to meet the "father", the two parties can make their own arrangements.

So she not only knew that she was not Lao Xu's biological son, but also knew who her blood father was when she was eighteen years old.

It's just that it's not Lao Xu's own birth, it's a very hurtful thing for Xiao Jiu, at that time she was sensitively concerned about Lao Xu giving a part of his love to Xu Jing, so she thought about it at the moment, thinking that Lao Xu was more important to her because of her less love. As a result, this memory was shared with the sub-personality and no longer belonged to Xiao Jiu.

The person who got the information at the age of eighteen was not Xiao Jiu, and the decision made by that sub-personality was not to contact or meet.

Whether or not there is a blood relationship is not at all the only criterion for measuring feelings. It is enough for her to have an old Xu, and she doesn't need a stranger who hasn't gotten along for eighteen years to be her father again.

So the break was made.

But Ji Zhongtang's identity is a little special, what she thought was broken was not broken, when the bad news of Lao Xu's death in Africa three years ago came, she saw Ji Zhongtang on the news. Ji Zhongtang is already an ambassador, speaking as the person in charge and explaining things. At that time, she decided that it was Ji Zhongtang who killed Lao Xu.

She used to be very confused about this inexplicable obsession, and she had not been able to find the answer from the other three personalities, until today, she suddenly realized that this is the reason.

Fang Songqi naturally knew that logically speaking, she unilaterally knew Ji Zhongtang's personal information, Ji Zhongtang didn't know her at all, and there was no Ji Zhongtang killing Lao Xu, but the strong emotions of that sub-personality left her three years ago were such an extreme obsession.

Now, on the premise of knowing the relationship between Ji Zhongtang and Lao Xu when they were young, there is no so-called Ji Zhongtang killing Lao Xu. So the arithmetic knot is untied?

happens to be Ji Zhongtang, whether there is such a coincidence in the world, Fang Songqi doesn't know if Fang Jie knows whether it comes from Ji Zhongtang, and Fang Songqi doesn't know. At this time, Fang Songqi also had no intention of exploring, what she cared more about was that it was not her, Xiao Jiu, not Iron Wolf, or the fifth personality that had been hidden so far.

Where is it?

Vaguely having a premonition, Fang Songqi got up from the ground according to his instincts, left Xiao Jiu, and went out into the corridor.

The light in the gallery was slightly brighter than before, and the area of the light expanded a little, and the fifth door was revealed next to Iron Wolf's memory storage room.

Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweating nervously.

Holding her breath, she stepped forward, grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and opened it.

"N?" called from his companion R.

I rubbed my eyes, I was still in a trance because of the dream, thinking that I might have accidentally slept for a long time, but in fact it was only ten minutes.

Similar fragments have appeared in my dreams intermittently for the past two years, as if today is finally coherent and complete? After a serious illness two years ago, the memories of the past 27 years that had been formatted blank were finally all recovered.

After a few seconds of relapsing, I asked if I was almost at the camp, but no, the car was still bumping on the bumpy road, the peaks on either side were zigzag, piercing into the deep blue sky.

R called out to me again, raising his hand and pointing in the other direction.

It turned out that he wanted me to look at the flat ground between the two mountains, the sky was cut into a single piece like blue velvet, and the golden sun cast a long shadow on the winding road.

It's beautiful, but it's not amazing to me, because I've seen too many of the more beautiful landscapes than this, and there will be more in the future.

However, R is a newcomer who has just been sent to the station this year, and he is curious about everything and can understand everything. I didn't take his interest, so I took a picture of him, and then looked down at the results of the trip.

The gloomy atmosphere of grey skies and crippled buildings evokes the heaviness of the city after the bombing, the crème de la cramble of women waiting to give birth in the humble women's hospital, and the brightly coloured costumes fade to the dust.

I try to capture the good in war, but it's always hard.

I asked the driver, and I could go back in about another hour. I tucked my camera bag and was about to squint for a while, when my body was suddenly thrown to the left, and at the same moment I caught a loud scraping sound in my ears.

In a trance, unable to move, and in a hazy state of consciousness, I opened the door and saw four people standing in the room.

My back burned like a fire, and my shoulder ached sharply, and I was woken up in pain. A nurse crouching next to me injected a syringe filled with liquid into my arm while I lay on the concrete floor, my coat sticking to the flesh of the sher, my hands covered in pus and blood.

I scanned my gaze to the Red Cross logo, then my surroundings, and I recognized it as a humble clinic. I've seen a lot of makeshift clinics like this, but usually I'm here as a journalist, and I'm an injured person at the moment.

I also remember that a stray bullet fell on the front of the road and the driver braked suddenly, as a result, the wheels skidped, and the car crashed into the hillwall. Two years after graduating, I encountered a lot of unexpected situations when I traveled north and south, but for the first time, I hurt myself like this

On the left-hand side, I tried to tilt my head and saw that a large piece of skin on R's thigh had been torn off. It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive

A short time later, R and I were carried into the car by two blue helmets. The nurse in the car saw that my eyes were rolling again, and leaned down to ask my name repeatedly to prevent me from fainting.

I didn't answer her, she kept shouting, I was grateful to her, but at the same time it annoyed me, I answered her, but instead of telling her my name, I remembered to look for my camera bag and asked her where my camera bag was. To some extent, the camera bag is more important than my life, think about the adventure in Africa, Xiao Jiang was worried that something would happen to her, so she specially entrusted the memory card to me.

My head was heavy, but I held on until a blue helmet brought me the camera bag, and I held it tightly with my uninjured hand before I closed my eyes.

But I was immediately woken up again by the nurse, who handed me a phone and asked me to call.

Do you want to confess your last words when you fart? Ji Zhongtang must not be scared to death, and Xu Jing must not cry to death

I still remember the roar of tears of joy when I called out their names one morning, and I couldn't afford to do it a second time. The two are obviously halfway father and son who have no blood relationship at all, but they have established some subtle divine synchronization actions in a short period of time.

And then when I was going to come out, the atmosphere at the airport was as if I would die outside and be separated from them forever, which was bad enough, and I still contacted them at this time, wouldn't I die?

In the end, I just called the number of a colleague who stayed in the camp, and after the nurse got through, Bang busily told the colleague on the other end of the phone about the situation. This time, no one stopped me from sleeping.

I slept a little long, not completely unconscious, but I could only see the lights on the ceiling and the upper body of the swaying figure, who they were, I don't know, the occasional voice caught in my ears was strange and familiar, French, Arabic, English, Cantonese and Chinese.

The first thing I did when I woke up that morning was to check the calendar, and it had been five days since the accident. I didn't have time to feel heartbroken, because I realized that my body felt like I was being thrown into the washing machine and twisted, and it hurt everywhere, and I was deprived of my attention.

Just grinning and preparing to lie back, the door of the ward opened from the outside, and the moment they looked at each other, the Chinese man who was about to come in paused, and his face was fleeting with the embarrassment of being caught doing bad things, obviously not expecting me to be awake at this time.

Soon he adjusted and explained, "I'm your father's friend. Your father was very worried about your accident this time, but he couldn't come over in China, and I happened to be nearby, so he asked me to come to Bang to take a look at you. ”

"Oh," I nodded abruptly, "thank you."

"You're welcome. He walked in, but didn't go near the bed, just stopped at the couch and asked me how I was feeling.

"It's good. I replied briefly, leaning gently against the pillow in the back.

There was nothing to say for a while, but the quiet in the ward was slightly subtle.

After a while, he took the initiative to leave: "If you have any needs, just come to me, you can rest, don't disturb you." ”

"I don't know what you call it?" I asked.

His eyes flickered imperceptibly, and he introduced himself: "Don't give your surname Lin, Lin Jiahan." ”

"Oh," I said again, and also introduced, "I am n, and there is a Chinese name Fang Songqi, but few people know it now." Or you can call me Xiao Fang. ”

"Hmm. He nodded, choosing between three salutations, and greeted him for the first time, "Hello, n." ”

I curled my lips and gave him a polite smile in response, "Hello, Lin Jiahan." ”

The end of the play