The notebook is certainly not a whim of Yang......

Oh no, to be precise, there is indeed some whimsical ingredient in it.

Because Yang suddenly realized a problem before.

If you dig deeper, this problem is still very serious.

……

Because from all angles, no one can be sure how long he will be able to maintain this state.

The state here does not mean that Yang is alive, but that he is in a dominant state.

To put it simply, he wasn't sure when Law would suddenly take control and kick him back into the little dark room in his head.

And for the current Yang, what he is most afraid of is not being locked up in a small black house again.

Of course, I'm still afraid, but that's not the biggest problem.

The biggest problem is that during the period when Yang is dominant, he can't be sure whether Luo is in a state of relative "coexistence of wills" like him before. To put it simply, during the time that Luo was dominant, Yang could feel all the things he went through.

In fact, to be precise, they are not "coexisting wills" in the full sense of the word.

Because Yang can perceive everything Luo has experienced, but in the past seven years, once Yang has taken over, Luo has been in a state of "lost time", that is, during the time when Yang is dominant, Luo is unable to know everything that is happening around him, which means that he is completely asleep and knows nothing.

And this is what Yang is concerned about.

He had never been in charge for such long, so he wasn't sure if Luo was in a state of "lost time" at this moment, or if, like he had done before, he had the right to be a bystander.

If it had been two weeks ago, Yang would never have thought about this fucking issue.

But now he had to prepare for this.

Because if Luo is in a coma at the moment, everything that has happened during this time will be blank for him.

And Yang didn't know if he would wake up and find that the dominant person had become Luo.

And Luo wouldn't know that the people he wanted to kill were already dead, and he didn't know that he was about to die.

So Yang needed to prepare for the worst, and he wrote it all down in his notebook.

It's just to remind Luo who may appear at any time.

He's going to tell this guy, hey, buddy, you're going to burp, now listen, dude, I'm going to tell you how to keep yourself alive......

……

Yang didn't want to be dominated by Luo, so he could only squat in the small black room and wait quietly for death to come.

That would be something even more terrifying.

After all, this is a matter of "one corpse and two lives".

……

So during this time, Yang recorded everything from beginning to end, told Luo about the fact that their time was running out, and gradually wrote down his general plan.

If Luo really suddenly took the lead, then when he saw this book, he would naturally know what to do......

……

Yang feels very fucked, Luo can do what he wants unscrupulously when he is dominant, while he is dominant but has to worry about the lives of the two.

But he had no choice, he had to.

……

…

Yang Fen Pen Disease Book:

"So that's where I'm going, I'll see our psychiatrist soon and get this slut to pieces......"

Yang blinked, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have accidentally written out his true thoughts, and quickly drew a lot of horizontal lines to cover up the words "slut" and "big dismantling", and then replaced them with serious plan content.

However, just as he was contemplating words and words, Yang sensed that someone was approaching him, so he put away his pen and closed his notebook.

He waited quietly for the man about five or six meters behind him to come over.

The footsteps are crisp and light, and the pace is fast, and you can hear that they are high heels, which indicates that the other party is a woman. And just from the sound of footsteps, Yang can tell that the other party's walking direction is pointing to himself.

Yang is very fond of these high-precision senses.

Just by relying on the footsteps of the other party, he could roughly trace the general physique of the person in his mind.

……

A few seconds later, a young woman stood next to Yang's position.

No, she can't be called a woman yet, although she is indeed older than Yang in terms of age, but to be precise, she still belongs to the category of young girls.

After all, according to the data, she is also in her early twenties and is a psychology graduate student who has just graduated.

Yang put away his notebook and looked up at the person in front of him.

It is worth mentioning that the other party's appearance looks younger than he imagined, or rather, more energetic.

The face of a standard oriental girl, short black hair at earlobe, light makeup, and no jewelry.

It doesn't make people feel stunning, but it can give people a very clean and comfortable feeling.

She wears a white shirt and holds a book and a tablet in her hands.

"Luo?"

She asked, tilting her head slightly and smiling.

The ends of her hair fell evenly, forming an extremely harmonious arc, like the blade of a whaling fork.

Yang glanced at the other party with a smile.

He didn't speak, but his gaze clearly posed a question to the other party - "How do you know I am?" ”

"When you write, you look up and look around, you should be waiting for someone." The girl smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Is this the professional habit of your psychiatrist, observing and analyzing people's actions?" Yang asked.

"You think too much, normal people will judge this way when they are looking for friends they have never met." The girl shook her head.

"Oh~ that's what I said." Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Won't you ask me to sit down?" The girl asked, glancing at the empty seat across from Yang.

"You may be seated." Yang smiled faintly.

"Thank you." The girl bowed her head very politely, then sat down on the opposite side of the sun and placed the tablet in her hand on the inside of the table.

"So, now that we're officially meeting, do we still need to follow those previous rules?" The girl asked.

"Hmm...... No need. Yang shook his head.

"Well, in that case, I think we need to get to know each other formally." The girl generously stretched out her hand towards Yang and said:

"My name is Zuo Ling, and I'm your psychiatrist."

The corners of the yang mouth are raised.

He reached out and took the soft palm and said:

"Luo."

"Your psychopath."

(End of chapter)