I was so angry that I struggled to sit up, but sat down again.

He lay on his stomach and looked at me like a monkey: "What's wrong?" ”

"It hurts......" The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, and tears involuntarily grabbed into my eyes.

"Hey." He frowned: "Talk, don't cry." ”

"Boom ......"

I was crying hard when I suddenly found him coming down, and I howled even harder, and my jaw was pinched. Fanyin frowned, glared at his eyes and roared, "Shut up!" ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......" I want to say can't be closed.

"Don't cry." His eyebrows were raised to two fifty, and he wiped my face with his hand as if he were wiping the table: "Speak well!" ”

I nodded effortlessly.

He let go of his hand, ran his arm across my chest, and while carefully holding up my body, he asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts."

"What kind of pain?" He asked, "Sharp pain or a little pain?" ”

"Severe pain."

He glared, "Are you sure?" ”

"It's somewhere between a sharp pain and a little pain...... "It's a pain anyway."

He picked me up, put me on my side, and flipped me over on the bed. I gently touched my hand at the place where I had been fallen, and said, "If it hurts, I can't stand it, so I can talk." ”

"Oh." It's quite comfortable, and I didn't cry this nose in vain.

He quickly touched the perimeter, and while observing my expression, he asked, "It doesn't hurt?" ”

"It hurts."

"So what?" He pressed it suddenly.

It hurts!

I couldn't help but scream.

He glanced at me with a smirk: "The bones are not hurt." ”

"The tendons must be hurt!" Because it hurts!

"Yes!" He suddenly slapped him hard and said, "The flesh is also hurt." ”

I screamed again, crying wildly, as I tugged over the pillow in an attempt to protect my poor body.

But he easily snatched my pillow and put his hand on me again.

I snorted, and my hair stood on end. Then he began to rub it gently, saying, "Relax." ”

I looked at him, and his attention was not on me, but slightly distracted.

Slowly, I began to relax, and the pain slowly subsided with the gentle movements of his body, until I became a little drowsy. At that moment, I actually felt his movements stop, and I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was looking at me.

For some reason, I didn't speak, and neither did he, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

After a while, his face suddenly leaned over, I thought he was going to kiss me, and quickly closed his eyes, but I only heard his voice: "Why don't you tell him the truth?" ”

I opened my eyes and found his face close at hand, and my heart couldn't help but skip a beat: "What truth?" ”

"What were you doing?"

"He'll be upset." I said, "He's as careful as you are." ”

He didn't speak.

"Can you not pretend to be him in the future?" I said, "It's annoying enough that he's going to pretend to be you, and it's a real headache for you to pretend to be him." ”

He didn't speak, he rolled over and lay down, his hands still on me, rubbing gently.

I asked, "Why did you just pretend that he lied to me?" ”

"He just really came." "But he wasn't very happy afterwards and went back," he said. ”

"Then why did you just let him out?" I remember deeply that he didn't like to be invaded by Britney.

"I think he figured it out." He said, "Just let him out, what is he asking you in front of you?" ”

"It's just that he feels uncomfortable and thinks I shouldn't kill that kid." I asked, "Do you say, is his words true or false?" ”

"What?"

"Even when I said I strangled the child to death, he was always upset and said I was too cruel. But ......" but it was because he killed the child that he calmed down: "Can you feel it?" Is he really sad? ”

"I can feel it." "He was really sad," he said. ”

I have nothing more to say.

"It should just be a sudden loss of control, that personality is crippled." "It's also true to be sad now," he said. ”

"You don't know what he was like." It seemed that Father Fan had already told him, so I said, "He dismembered the corpse, but his expression was very calm, as if he was doing something inconsequential." And this is already the second time...... "The first time was narrated by Amelie, blame me for my quick mouth, and I almost said it.

"What was the first time?" The traditional sound is really sensitive.

"What first time?" It's over, if I mention Amelie, he's definitely going to record it, and I don't know if he can stand it, what if the first personality collapses again? His madness must be more lethal than the second personality: "It is, it is...... I heard that he used to make his classmates into buns and forced other classmates to eat them. ”

Fanyin frowned, as if she was very uncomfortable with the scene shown by this sentence: "Where did you hear that?" ”

"I can't remember." I can't really make it up.

"Say it well." He frowned, and asked with a displeased face, "What's the matter?" ”

"True ......"

His face suddenly leaned over: "Don't lie to me." ”

I haven't even made up a lie yet.

"Say it quickly." His hand touched my neck, as if it was going to be pinched in the next second.

I couldn't convince him of a lie, so I said, "Didn't the doctor who treated you before, die?" Dad found his son, and he brought us Amelie's recording, which said...... Say ......"

His gaze became more urgent.

But I couldn't tell him right away, "Oin, you have to understand that Amelie may be a good woman, but people make mistakes. Some people are just lost by ** or something, so they ...... "I'm really afraid he won't be able to accept it:" What's more, it's just an audio, and it's not sure it's definitely her. ”

"Say." He frowned: "Don't be verbose. ”

"I told you not to be upset."

His brows furrowed even tighter: "How can it be difficult to be inaccurate?" ”

"Just try not to be upset." I held his cheek, kissed him, and asked, "Is it okay?" ”

"Okay."

"The audio is dictated by Amelie, she said she didn't want to be with you, she used to find a woman to rape you, why did she do this, I don't know, anyway, she said that it would make you feel sorry for her, and then she could break up with you." I have no idea what this logic is, and if my boyfriend is raped, then I should comfort him, because rape and cheating are two different concepts. But I don't know what she thinks, so I can't understand: "I don't know if it was successful that time, but you didn't break up, so she planned a second time and replaced a woman with a man." Maybe it's trying to make you gay, right? ”

He didn't speak for a long time, and his face was much calmer than I had imagined.

It was I who couldn't bear the silence and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

He suddenly came back to his senses and looked at me: "I'm fine." ”

"Don't be sad, it's all over after all, let alone her...... She ......"

"You haven't said anything about dismemberment."

Oh, it's me who is so nervous.

I hurriedly said: "She said that you killed a classmate when you resisted, and invited them to eat steamed buns, saying that the dead person was in the buns." ”

"Oh." He didn't say a word, turned his head, and closed his eyes.

I hurriedly leaned over, touched him gently, and shouted, "Yinyin? ”

He didn't say a word, but put his hand on his head.

I shook him, "What's wrong with you?" Where is it uncomfortable? ”

He said after a while, "I have a headache." His voice trembled.

Headache?

I felt that this was not a good sign, and I was so nervous that I didn't dare to move again.

Soon, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, I hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, not much strength, and his hands were shaking: "Hold me......" He opened his eyes slightly, but there was no brilliance in his eyes: "Hold me......"

I hurriedly hugged him, feeling that he was very cold, and hurriedly wrapped him in the quilt and put his hand into my arms.

His body trembled slightly, cold sweat continued to flow, and his body temperature became lower and lower. I tried to press his head, but I didn't know if it helped, but he didn't resist, so I kept pressing it, hoping to relieve his headache.

This state lasted for a long time, and finally, his trembling was a little less, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was tired, without the slightest offensive power, which reassured me a little, wiped the sweat from his face, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"Hmm......" he let out a weak voice.

"Is it still cold?"

"Hmmm......"

I hugged him for a while, and I could feel his heartbeat slowly calming down.

Finally, I heard him speak again: "Lingling......"

"Hmm." I hurriedly said, "I'm here." ”

It stands to reason that when he was in such pain, the second personality should have taken advantage of it, but he is still the first personality, and I would like to know why.

"I ......," he said as soon as he said the word, and began to gasp in pain.

Although I really want to know what he plans to say next, but before I can ask, I have to hold back and want to ask.

He gasped for a long time, his face sometimes pale, sometimes red, showing a very worrying pathology.

And so it went on for a long time.

He began to say the second word: "I...... I heard someone crying. ”

"Crying?" I asked, "Who is it?" ”

"It's like my own voice,......" he said, frowning sharply as if to endure some violent violation: "I, I......"

I hurriedly hugged him and tried to comfort him in pale language: "Don't be afraid, Yinyin, don't think about it if you're uncomfortable, calm down." ”

He shuddered, but seemed to feel slightly better when he said it? In short, he is still trying to say: "I've been crying, and I'm still crying......"

"Is it a second personality?" I can only think of one possibility: "Is it him?" ”

The old king next door