Walking to the door of ward 450, I tried to push it gently, and sure enough, the door moved, and I pushed the door open completely, and I saw that the furnishings inside were the same as other rooms, there was nothing special, did I guess wrong? Or, should I walk in and have a look?

Just as I was hesitating, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and when I heard it, it was actually from upstairs!

I didn't dare to go up to the sixth floor, but what "people" came down?

As the footsteps of that thing got closer and closer, the sense of crisis in my heart became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat all over my body, and I must not touch that thing! For some reason, this thought instinctively flashed through my mind, but I couldn't go down to the fifth floor at all, only the stairs leading to the sixth floor, what should I do?

For a moment, I couldn't even think of any way! I suppressed the tremors in my heart, moved step by step to the top of the stairs, and looked up with all my strength to the place where the sound had come. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I see it... The man in black with the scythe! It didn't float this time, but walked, so I could hear the voice, my eyes involuntarily stared under the black robe, its covered eyes, an unusually familiar, but very awkward feeling came, it... No, who is he?

He approached, I had given up the intention of escaping, this distance, nothing could save me, just with the power of the hand to extract life, I knew that I could not fight against it at all, not even my right arm, unless I could touch him, but how could this be? His scythe was at least one and a half meters long, and with a random stroke, I would be cut in two.

It's not that I didn't want to use the terrain to sneak attack him, but I know that everything here is just a ghost realm he created, this man in black, this ghost, has 100% control over this place, as long as he wants to, I will never sneak attack him.

Since it was already a certain death, I simply let go of my hands and feet, I wanted to see what the hell was under the black robe, let me know what hands to die in is like being a fool!

Just as I was about to fight to the death and uncover the black robe that covered most of his head, he unexpectedly bypassed me and walked straight to Ward 450! I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know where to put my raised hand. What's going on?

I watched him walk into the 450 ward, and saw that the light suddenly turned on, I hurriedly ran to the door, looked into the room, and a very shocking picture appeared in my eyes, the man in black, put the sickle on the bed, and was slowly taking off his clothes at the moment, what the hell?

When I saw the clothes that were peeking out from under the black robe, I looked at my own clothes in disbelief, the clothes... Looks like it's mine! No, I can't say that, after all, mine is still on me, he is wearing exactly the same as mine, as the black robe is completely taken off, a back that makes me feel extremely familiar appears, my heart can't help but tremble, what is going on?

It hardly took any thought for me to come to the conclusion that the man in black, now standing in front of me with his back to me, was myself!

"Do you know what 450 means?" A voice almost identical to mine sounded, and he slowly turned around, and a face identical to mine was looking at me at the moment.

"It's me..."

"It's me...?" Homophonic? I instantly understood what he meant, and it turned out that the answer was already in front of my eyes! It's just that I didn't notice this little detail... There's always been another me!

"How do I know it's not a ghost?" I asked rhetorically, and although I was shocked, I didn't fully believe him.

He shook his head, looked at me with a look of pity, and said, "You're so stupid, you try to put yourself into the whole thing, and you think, can you do everything you've encountered before?" ”

I thought about it carefully—the sudden ghostly appearance, the people who saw something in the vision, the dark, gloomy, bloody and violent corridor, the deliberate guidance of my emotions, the basement that I didn't dare to enter, the non-existent fifth floor, the various manifestations of everyone in that corridor, and the black crack when they finally fell out.

In the illusion, I am the master, and if I want, there is no problem even building a spaceship in the illusion, if he is true...

Indeed, I was able to do it... What does this mean? Did he mean that he was actually me? How is that possible, then who am I? There can't be two selves in the world, right?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he said directly: "That's right, of course you can't in the material world, you are the only one, but this is not the case in the spiritual world. ”

"Everyone has multiple personalities, but in general, other personalities are like all kinds of emotions, all kinds of feelings, all kinds of vague and strange impulses, all kinds of strange fantasies, which are fleeting and cannot affect the main personality to a large extent, but can only indirectly affect some of the decisions made by the main personality."

"But, the ghost that can create illusions is sealed behind your right arm, and the ability to create illusions has accelerated my formation, do you really think that the ability to create illusions has no side effects? No. ”

"It's very powerful, the side effects are equally powerful, when I have an independent consciousness, I can already feel that the ghost is growing, and it continues to affect you, the reason why you have all kinds of impulses, emotions that don't belong to you, it's all affecting you, you think it's you calming down, in fact, it's just because I temporarily blocked the ever-present influence for you, I was born from this influence, so I am very resistant to this influence, if you are you, now I am afraid that I have to see a psychiatrist and take tranquilizers."

I no longer doubt what he said, firstly because I really didn't have any reason to refute what he said, and secondly, and what made me believe him completely, was that I could feel that I was him and he was me.

It's a wonderful feeling, like a person who really sees another self through a certain medium, and can interact with that self and exchange feelings, I have a strange feeling that my body is in two places, but both are under the jurisdiction of one brain.

So I said, "Yes, I can feel now that we are one, but what did you mean by what you did before?" ”

After I finished speaking, he smiled and said, "I am you, but not all of you, I don't care as much about other people's lives as you do, what I want to do more is destruction." ”

"Our ability, seeing through the lifespan is just the most basic, instinctive ability, modifying the lifespan on the basis of seeing through the lifespan, is our ability, but unfortunately, you can't use this power, only I know how to use it."

"Those just now are just simple test powers, the darkness of the human heart, the evil of human nature must have been seen by you, this is just the tip of the iceberg, I will use our bodies to kill all evil, you can't resist, you can't refuse, because I am you, you are me."

"I am the desire of destruction in your heart, can man destroy his own desires? Hahahaha! ”

I frowned, looked at him, looked at myself, and I understood what he really was—an uncontrolled, independent desire, and what was even more terrifying, that he had much more abilities than I did, that I would, and that I wouldn't.

"I came to the mental hospital because of your influence, there is no so-called ghost. To what extent will you go by destroying what you call it? ”

"Those who don't go my way will all die, it's as simple as that." He said coldly. I asked rhetorically, "Then what's the difference between you and the ghost?" I shook my head.

continued: "You are not me, you don't even have a tenth of mine, you are just a cripple with an unsound personality, who would be stupid enough to smash people with a hammer all day long?" I guess you lured me here because of the unique environment. ”

"Isn't it more beneficial for ghosts to wander around you? I remember you just said that you are a personality formed because of the influence of the ghost in my arm, and if you count this, are you my personality, or is it just the incarnation of the ghost in my mental world? ”

After I calmed down, I quickly thought of this, the ghost left a deep impression on me, I didn't see it and was pulled into the ghost realm just thinking about it, what kind of power is this? So after listening to what he said, I immediately thought about whether the ghost would appear in this direction again, no way, who let that thing still be in my arm now? How can I not be on guard?

Seeing his shocked look, I realized that maybe he didn't even think that there was such a heavy reason for his appearance, right?

"So, at the end of the day, do you really want to do it, or is it affecting you?"

He was silent.