"Where do you think I'm going to see you?" Lila said, "I'm also a student of Grande. ◎ Enlightenment. Cover. Book. Net.◎"

They met in a cubicle on the first floor of the library, with Hopkins with the books and Lila with them, and Sasha noticed that Lila was carrying almost all textbooks.

"My previous foundation was so poor," Lila said frankly and calmly, "Uncle wanted me to repeat a grade, but I tried reading a few books and I felt I could catch up with my peers." ”

"Your entrance grade is a 4.0, and you're reading a 7th grade book right now." Sasha put his book down and sat down.

"There's no way around it," Lila said, "we're all smart, but it's Lila who reads."

Sasha stared at him without a smile, his face was beautiful, but he could do as well as his father when he wanted to be intimidated, but this Lila didn't flinch from that, her hands pressed against the table, her eyes soft.

"How long have you been around?"

"Forty-one days."

The chill climbed up the heel of Sasha like a slender centipede, and today was the first Friday of February, forty-one days from the second day of Christmas.

While he and Beelzebub were watching boxing in Lafayette, Anthony was a big fan. Dr. Hopkins saw his first patient in nearly a decade.

"How many?"

"Twenty-seven at first, four now." "One of them is male, and we'll call him Billy," Lila said.

"What else?"

"Lulu. Marianne. And me. ”

"Where's Lila?"

"She needs a break," said Lila, "a quiet, long rest."

"Does she still exist?"

"Yes."

"You're lying," Sasha said wearily, "and you say you're 'Lila'." There can't be two 'Lila', you kill her, you inherit her name. ”

The girl was silent for a long time, and then she smiled a dignified smile at Sasha: "It is very dangerous to touch the main core personality, for her or for us, please believe that we don't want to do that." "She resisted very strongly," she explained. Really, we didn't expect her reaction to be so big - we divided what she hated, disgusted, and feared the most—Lulu took on the part where her parents were killed, Billy took on the part that was imprisoned and beaten, and Marianne took on the part that was raped/raped. And I'll take on the ...... part of the 'devil'" The smile on her face became a little helpless as she said this: "You see, Lila can't even accept that she's a paranormal, she's too fragile and sensitive, she refuses to admit us, she doesn't want to communicate with us at all, it's a mess, I almost can't control Billy and Lulu." In the end I had to ask the doctor to help us-"

"He created you."

"He woke us up," Lila corrected, "you should know." All successor personalities exist from the beginning, no one can create a soul, the only one who can give birth to us is Lila, Mr. Hopkins just makes us ......" she paused. It's like looking for an adjective: "Separated."

As the son of a doctor, Sasha certainly understands what this is all about – people who have been abused and neglected in their early childhood often develop what is known as a successor personality – a personality that arises from the child's inability to resist his or her suffering, and the forced suppression of his emotions, and for a long time he fantasizes about an imaginary playmate, pouring his anger and resentment into this trusted "companion" to do what he cannot do. Such as rebellion, and venting too much negativity.

Many parents have experienced this at one time or another: their child suddenly screams loudly, knocks over the dishes, pulls the cat's tail and throws it to the ground, but after a few minutes, he will firmly believe that these things were done by another alcoholic partner. It has nothing to do with him.

He can even call out the name of another healing companion to describe his image.

The reason why most people grow up to behave normally is because they accept reality, they no longer fantasize, and the main personality will refuse to acknowledge the existence of the successor personality. But as long as the triggers are still there, or as long as they become more severe, the successors will continue to live in peace, but they will be locked up by thick walls.

Many things can be an opportunity to break down this wall, being abandoned, being beaten, being in a car accident, raping/raping...... And...... Hypnosis.

"Lila" opened her fingers and patted the book in front of her gently as if she were slapping a lamb, "I'm glad you're willing to feel sorry for her." "But I want you to know that we didn't kill her," she said.

"And where is she?"

"I told you, she's resting," Lila said, her eyes shining, "we took everything that would break her heart, and she fell asleep."

"An idiot." Sasha commented sarcastically.

Lila shook her head, "A baby." She said, "Sasha, no matter what you think, please don't forget, I'm also Lila, I'm her, we're all her, no one knows her better than us, believe me, she's happy now."

Sasha stood up, the chair making a sharp tugging noise, and he knocked a book to the ground.

A few students poked their heads over to look at where the voice came from, "What's wrong?" Someone asked.

"It's okay," Lila's smile turned tolerant, "we're just talking about things." She replied.

"That's it." Sasha said, he picked up the book and turned away, forgetting the book that was still under the table, Lila picked it up for him, and there was a round white cloud on the ground, she picked it up, put it in front of her eyes, and realized that it was a lamb bookmark made of wool felt.

She tucked it back into her book, and out of the library, and walked along the gentle Rio Grande, which at dusk was dark gray and purple-red, and a few small black mallards staggered into the bushes of the Narcissus that spread from one side of the river to the other, the flowers of the Narcissus were creamy yellow at the beginning, and then pure white, and its turquoise leaves were straight towards the sky, like the sword raised by a knight when he took his oath.

"Did you walk along the river?" Anthony. Hopkins said he sat barefoot in the wicker chair as he had done last night, "and I smelled the smell of the incense trumpet, the daffodils, and the library—the dust, the lead, the ink, the camphor, the waxing oil, the preservatives, and the tidal smell of the humanities, the history, and the law." ”

"I've brought you back a book," said Lila, "your son's book."

Hopkins immediately recognized the lamb bookmark, or if he had made it for his shirt.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Talked."

"Does he like you?"

"I don't like it." Lila said.

"You're going to make him like you." The doctor said, "It's a very important matter."

"Yes." Lila said. "Doctor, I'll make him like us."

She knelt down and kissed the pale foot respectfully.

Beelzebub looked at Sasha, and when he came back he looked sad and angry, and preoccupied. He thought he would have to sleep quietly tonight, but Sasha walked into his room half an hour later.

"Can you remember the box?" Sasha said.

"Yes." Beelzebub said, "Do we still need to lie down together?"

"That would be better." Sasha said he didn't know if the outside body falling from the chair would cause panic in the inner mind, but he was careful.

Beelzebub felt only a flicker of the light, and he saw the ivory drapery again.

He was about to say something when he heard Sasha say, "I have come up with a solution."

"The highlight of Easter." Abby said sharply, wrapping her fingers around her.

The two actors were already dressed up, a blonde boy with fluffy white ears and a short tail like the cover girl of "Rabbit" magazine, no more than seven years old, and his opponent was the short and fierce Thani boy "Another", who was already quite familiar to individual Sibu and Sasha.

As the most important investors, Constantine, Judas, Beelzebub and Sasha all have their own VIP seats, which are the best seats, and the faint fuzz on the children's cheeks can almost be seen.

They didn't know how Abby had "trained" the children, or what the goods had been like in the first place, but at least what Sasha had seen was a docile and a little sluggish, glazed and a little flattering.

Another step up to the center of the ring – the boss told him that today's fight had to be five minutes long, and he couldn't kill his opponent all at once – he had to have enough of the sin to die.

"May Hanuman bless you," the Tani boy whispered as he raised his fist and hid his face behind his back, "May Hanuman bless me."

When the Thani boy punched the little face, Beelzebub turned his head: "We can go early." He said to Sasha.

"I'll see the last."

Sasha said.

I have poisoned clean waters, and I have taken the blood of innocents, and my hands will not be clean, and I will be guilty, and my sins will not be forgiven.

((One second to remember)