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Half of Mae's face was bloodied like tears, and I knew my own face must be the same. It seemed that at this moment, I really became her twin.

I couldn't ask her why she was doing this, and from her gaze, I saw her satisfaction. It seems that this act of exchanging eyeballs is as sacred as the exchange of wedding rings. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand what Mae was thinking, and even if she opened up her inner world to me, I wouldn't be able to find out all the factors that led her actions in the chaotic storm.

I'm not a psychiatrist.

However, even though Mae did such a cruel and strange thing to me, I couldn't blame her. Because of this, it made me clearly understand that I really loved her and loved her so much.

I pressed my left eye with my hand and felt the beating of life that wasn't entirely my own. Mae is here, Tomie is here, Zuojiang is here, and many more...... It's all here.

Mae leaned down, hugged my head tightly in her arms, blew out the kerosene lamp, and hummed a vague song softly, like a mother who coaxed her child to sleep.

We stopped doing it, embraced each other, and fell into the stillness of the night.

I couldn't fall asleep, my brain was clogged, I couldn't think, so I gave up thinking, didn't think about anything, and calmed down. Mae seemed to have really fallen asleep, and his breathing became weak.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"It's me, Billy. Come out when you're done. Billy said outside the door.

I got out of Mae's arms, and this time nothing happened. I gently got out of bed to avoid waking Mae and wiped the blood from my face with the sheet, and then went to open the door.

Billy was standing in the hallway, I didn't let him in, and closed the door when I got out.

Billy's gaze fell into the room as the door opened and closed, but of course he couldn't see anything, so he turned back to mine.

Purposeful eyes looked at me.

"It's intense."

"yes, I almost couldn't bear it." I say.

Billy pursed his lips with an unspeakable expression.

"What?" I asked him what he wanted to say.

"Although this kind of thing is not prohibited, but if it is too intense at this time, the impact will not be good."

I looked at him, and he coughed awkwardly.

"After all, there are children here." The child naturally refers to Dorothy.

"I see, I'll pay attention next time." I replied.

Billy snorted and patted me on the shoulder, trying to say something, only to swallow it back in his stomach.

"Come down with me to replenish supplies." He reversely said, "Ammunition and Greystone." ”

I nodded, and Billy glanced at the door before landing on mine. I knew what he wanted to ask, shrugged and replied, "She's asleep." ”

"Well, that's intense." He nodded as if he understood something, leading the way, and said, "I don't see that you are quite good, Raven." ”

I just barely managed to put on a smile. If he had known what I was suffering, he wouldn't have used it. Envy in tone. Have you ever been born with mental illness? If not, then what exactly happened to Mae? I have heard that people with exceptional mental abilities are prone to mental illness, but when it is extended to all patients, this proportion is nonsense, and in fact, most of the occurrence of mental illness is the result of the accumulation of past burdens or the aging of the body.

I didn't know about Mae's past, and I thought I wouldn't care, but by this time that thinking had changed. I don't want to force Mae to tell me, I don't want her to look back on those terrible things that may be stored in Zài, and she is in a state at this time, probably can't tell the truth.

If you want to learn about Mae's past, you have to go to the insane asylum where she once stayed.

I went down to the first floor with Billy. Sitting outside the hallway were still the same people, talking softly. When we approached, they stopped talking and looked over, perhaps because of my weakness, and always felt that the gaze that fell on me hid a different meaning. One of them stood up, an Asian woman, wearing a field military cap and dressed like a goat union's dog troop.

She took off her hat, revealing her knife-like features, and said to Billy, "Just two people? ”

"Two people, three servings." Billy replied.

The female warrior didn't say anything, turned around and led the way. I whispered to Billy about her identity, and she overheard.

"You can call me a frustration."

What a masculine nickname.

The frustrated knife led us out of the back door of the courtyard, and outside the exit was a yellow dirt road, where many vehicles were parked, and it was obvious that the first comers had parked their cars here. Outside the road, there is a large bamboo forest, which sways in the wind and makes a rustling sound.

There are also people who are guarded here, they are not hidden, some sit in the car, some sit on the roof of the car. Some of the cars had heavy weapons such as crane guns and grenades, and the men leaned to the side and smoked, not at all agitated, quietly waiting for the time to act.

When they saw us coming, they just glanced at it, and went about their own business, and they didn't intend to come up and talk.

We came to a military truck in the middle, opened the back cabinet door, pulled down the iron ladder, and beckoned us to get into the car.

Frustrated Knife turned on the flashlight and scanned the car to see a number of containers lined up, some of which had apparently been opened. She scrutinized the code on the front of the box and drew a box from it. The box is a cubic meter, which should be very heavy, but although the knife is a woman, her body has been strengthened, so she doesn't look like she is struggling at all.

"Look at what else you need, tell me and I'll help you find it." Frustrated knife said.

Billy retrieved his tools and pried open the wooden strip above the box, and I crouched down and looked at the contents of the box with the help of the light shining from above with the help of the knife, which was full of bullets and grenades. Although there is no manual, but looking at the shape, it should be suitable for the ammunition of the firearm in our hands. Billy took one out, looked at it closely, then opened the shell, poured the propellant into his hand and sniffed it. I didn't understand these things, I just watched from the sidelines.

"No problem, where's Greystone?" He said to the frustrated knife.

The frustrated knife stepped aside, tinkered with another crate, pulled out a bag, and threw it into Billy's hand.

"One hundred." She said.

I can't help but think of the pursuers of the Goat Guild who were killed in the secret base and on the road before, but unfortunately, until we left, those corpses did not turn into zombies, and the only three-pole demon pattern messenger had no bones left, otherwise the gray stone in our hands would not be so scarce.

Billy opened the mouth of the bag and roughly counted them, and I took a look, all of them were of the lowest quality. He checked it and stuffed it into his pocket and beckoned me to move the box out.

"These ammo are for you." He said.

I was the only weapon that needed to be refilled with so much ammo at once.

Billy sent me to the top of the stairs, took thirty limestones from the bag, threw the bag onto the container, and told me and Mae to rest well and say goodbye to me for a while.

"Don't sleep two people to death, there will be a situation at any time."

I expressed my understanding and carried the container upstairs by myself. Three people came down one after another, and when they passed me, they kept looking at me, and they saw that they didn't intend to talk, so I just nodded kindly, and didn't stop.

When he returned to the room, he was surprised to find that Mae had woken up and was sitting at the head of the bed by the window, engrossed in what he was doing. It may be strange to say this, but her hands are empty, just her hands moving back and forth in a certain pattern as if they were grasping something.

She had obviously calmed down, but when she thought of her previous madness, she felt that the transformation was too abrupt, and she was too calm and indifferent.

The kerosene lamp was lit, and in the dim light, the woman stared at something I could not see, quietly doing something I did not understand, and the lonely shadow on the wall was somewhat creepy.

I put the box on the edge of the bed and sat down beside her, as if she didn't notice, and just like that, I looked at it for a moment, and finally saw a frown.

"What are you doing?" I say.

Mae didn't stop what he was doing, and he didn't look at me.

"I'm tying a scarf for you, it's going to be cold in winter." She said.

I didn't know how to answer her, my heart was full of mixed feelings, and one string was vibrating violently, and I almost burst into tears. I clasped my hands and gagged them tightly to keep myself from choking cowardly.

I grabbed her hand, she didn't struggle, she just turned her head to look at me, I tried to see something in those dark eyes, but there was a qiē emotion buried there, only a dead silence and silence.

"Why are you crying? Achuan. ”

"I didn't cry." I say.

"I'm almost done." She said seriously.

"I know, I know." I grabbed her hand tightly for a while before letting go, and smiled at her, "I love you, Ajiang." ”

"I know." After she finished speaking, she was immersed in her own world again.

I took a deep breath, lifted the suitcase to the container, and began to reload the ammunition. The fear of silence, darkness, and weirdness gradually disappeared, and I glanced at Mae sitting on the edge of the bed from time to time, and a warm feeling permeated the surroundings.

I divided the gray stone into two parts, took thirty for myself, and put the remaining forty into Mae's hand along with the bag. Mae woke up from that illusory world, slowly opened the bag, and then, as if by magic, took out another bag from his body and poured the contents of both bags onto the bed.

All of them are greystone, and there are about three hundred of them, and not all of them are the lowest grade greystone. I was amazed.

"I found it at the base." She said.

Only then did I remember that in the base, when the fighting stopped, Tomie went to other passages alone.

Like a child looking for a shell on the beach, Mae picks one up, throws it down if he doesn't like it, puts it next to him, and so on, carefully sifting through the gray stones he likes, and building them into strange shapes. I put her away and put it back in the bag, feeling calmer than ever.

She put the last greystone in her pocket, which I thought was what she wanted, but she handed it over.

"Achuan."

"For me?"

She nodded.

"You don't like it?"

"Like, so here you go." She said.

I was suddenly in my throat, her heart was so sincere and pure, perhaps her way of expressing it was sometimes cruel and fierce, but it was not out of malice. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of the fear I had when I faced her, but fortunately there was always a force in my heart that supported me and made me understand her, otherwise I would have regretted it.

Mae is severely mentally ill, which is her most essential personality. After getting in touch with the truth, especially her intense behavior, I still have lingering palpitations afterwards and hesitate about how to get along with her.

Now, though, I've made up my mind. Whatever she will do to hurt me in the future, don't blame her, because it wasn't her intention to hurt me. I have to understand that I am not only her boyfriend, but also her only relative in the future.

I took the bag full of greystone and carefully stuffed it into my pocket. In order to survive in the foreseeable danger of the future, these gray stones are the most important materials, and only by using these gray stones can you make your foundation stronger and stronger.

Talent is the limit of a certain ability of the body, and it cannot exceed the limit of what the body can bear, but on the contrary, the stronger the body, the stronger the talent.

Although superpowers are powers beyond common sense, after being promoted to the C rank, I have gradually realized that its power comes from magic patterns. After absorbing the gray stone, part of the gray stone energy is used to strengthen the body, and part of it is stored in the zài magic pattern, and when you use your superpowers, the power stored in the magic pattern will be used.

Superpowers, like magic patterns, are not something that belongs to humans themselves. While this is a troubling idea, we have no choice in the face of an increasingly turbulent situation in the future.

Mae took the other gray stone bag back to his body, and instead of continuing to make the illusion of making a scarf, he shrank into the corner of the bed with his legs in his arms, biting his thumb nails, not knowing what he was thinking, looking melancholy and gloomy.

I habitually touched my left eye, and although the new eyeball did not have any rejection and was no different from before, I occasionally felt a sense of disobedience.

"Ajiang, what is your superpower?" I asked again. She can transplant eyeballs, but that's probably only part of the way superpowers work.

She didn't answer, her expression a little dazed. I called her a few more times, and she didn't hear it. I don't know how many psychotic symptoms there are, and how strict they are, the only thing I know is a split personality. I tried to dig into the memories of split personality in my mind, and since I learned that Tomie and Sae are both split personalities, I have privately looked up relevant information.

Split personality, also known as dissociative disorder, is said to have a unique name, memories, traits and behaviors. This is undoubtedly evident in Zuo Jiang and Tomie.

Normally, the original personality is not aware of the existence of the other personality, while the new personality is quite aware of the original personality. However, Mae**'s personality memories seem to be shared, and the personalities know each other very well.

There are roughly six distinct characteristics of people with split personality disorder:

Consciousness trance and hazy state of consciousness.

Sluggish perception, decreased movement, sluggishness.

Emotional apathy, depressed mood.

Sleep disturbances, similar to dementia-like forms xiàn.

Autonomic symptoms: palpitations, sweating, flushing.

There is a mild self-harm and misanthropy, and it seems that he looks at things with a very mature mentality, but in fact he doesn't know anything.

Some of these signs do not manifest themselves, but some of them become very strong.

I don't understand why Mae would replace Tomie at this time. In this state of flux, will she be able to cope with the rest of the war? Although Zuo Jiang said that Zhen Jiang and Tomie are the two personalities with the strongest combat effectiveness, I only feel worried at this time. Would it be better for her to stay?

At this moment, Mae suddenly let out a laugh. I turned my gaze to her, and she swayed her body back and forth slightly, laughing at the thought of something. In the middle of the night, her laughter became more and more gloomy as if she was walking down a spiral staircase, her body stopped shaking, and her indifferent expression became more cold and sharp.

"A-Jiang, A-Jiang!" I felt uneasy, so I shook her shoulder vigorously.

She looked up suddenly, almost startling me.

"What did you just say? Achuan. "The eerie evil feeling that seeped from the depths of those black eyes again, the original Mae returned.

She appeared to be sensible and focused, but I don't know if she was really sane at this point.

"What did you say?" She repeated it again.

I struggled to shake off speculation about her symptoms.

"Your status...... Something doesn't seem good. ”

"No, I'm fine, don't worry, Achuan." She stroked my cheek and stared intently at my left eye, "I'll protect you." ”

"The next battle is too dangerous......"

"You think I'm going to die? No, I'm not going to die. She seemed to see through my thoughts, leaned into my ear, and whispered to me, "Let me tell you a secret, I will neither grow old nor die." ”

Why?

She didn't answer.

There was another knock on the door.

"It's me, Billy, to assemble downstairs."

As he spoke, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the hallway.

"It's really exciting to finally start." Mae bit my ear and said this, then let me go and blew out the kerosene lamp.

I hurriedly sorted out the meter, lifted my suitcase, and looked back at Mae.

She stood by the window with her head slightly bowed, and when she lifted the chainsaw, the hazy shadow shook like a demon, and the drooping bangs could only see the glowing eyes, and the body tightly wrapped in black clothes exuded gloom and ominousness.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, and Billy's gaze crossed my shoulder and landed in the room, with a ghostly expression.

"Sweet night." Mae's voice beating.

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