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Chapter 1051 Recognition of Self-Identity

The rather large desk in front of the bookshelf, the table is still full of documents, and all the furnishings are not accidentally imprinted in the memory of the brain, as small as a pen, the color of the curtains, and even the appearance of the wood grain on the desk, all of which are completely imprinted in the mind.

"Dolores" suddenly appeared in front of a figure in front of him, sitting at the table as if he was doing something, as if he was giving instructions for documents, the person's appearance was a little vague and not very clear, and for a while there was also a person on the ladder of the bookshelf who was looking for something, and it was also the man, and for a while the person stood next to him and said something to the air, and then there seemed to be a person at the door over there, all of them were the same person, but they didn't really look very real.

"Who is it? Who are you? You come out! "Dolores" was a little frightened, and said into the air, "You come out!" Who are you! Don't scare me! I'm not afraid of you! ”

"Where is this, so familiar......" "Dolores" felt that this place was much more familiar than the official residence of the Minister of Justice, and she felt extremely uncomfortable with more and more things pouring in from all directions.

So Dolores' body shook for a moment, and then the shadows suddenly disappeared.

But the last shadow appeared by a door and suddenly disappeared, Dolores chased in, pushed the door open and there was a small living room inside, "Dolores" looked at the sofa where a person was sitting and was drinking something with a teacup in his hand, Dolores walked over and found that it was just a phantom.

The living room was not big, not much furnished, but it was beautiful, but "Dolores" couldn't manage it so much, and "Dolores" finally saw that there was another door, and "Dolores" stumbled over, and there was a bedroom inside.

The dark green curtains were heavy with dust, and it seemed that the cleaning was not diligent, and the whole room was not very real, and Dolores clicked and lit the lamp, and the whole room suddenly lit up, and all the items showed some realism in the light of the lamp.

She looked around, but she didn't see the figure again, but she saw a portrait on the wall at the end of the bed.

In the painting, the woman combed a braid and slipped down her neck, a pair of emerald green eyes like a blue spring, the face was as smooth and beautiful as finely carved porcelain, and the eyebrows and eyes were smiling and delicate.

It's just that there are a few cracks on it, although they are well repaired, but they are still a little disturbing, but they do not affect the beauty of the beauty in the painting at all.

"Vera ...... You are...... Vera...... Vera... Vera...... Sister! …… Sister...... Where's my sister...... You hurt my sister......" Dolores muttered to herself, all the memories looping in her head like a marquee, and she remembered how she and Francis cast a spell to get her soul into Dolores' body, only then she lost consciousness.

She is Adler, the Adler who no one hurts, no one loves, everyone shouts and beats and everyone hates, and she has lost everything.

She's not Dolores.

She's not the Dolores who has everything, someone shushes the cold and asks for warmth, everyone spoils everything, and she can have whatever she wants.

"I'm Adler...... It turns out that I am Adler...... Why am I Adler...... Why am I Adler...... I'm not...... I'm not Adler...... I don't want to be Adler's...... I don't want to...... I don't want to ...... at all," she almost screamed.

"Why am I not Dolores? Why should I recover my memory? Adler wanted to tear herself apart, she scratched her face with her nails and scratched the blood, "No, something must be wrong, I must be Dolores, I must be Dolores'......"

There was a mirror in the far corner, and Adler frantically ripped off the velvet cloth on the mirror, revealing Dolores' body and Dolores' face.

Yes, this is Dolores' body, but unfortunately she still knows very well that he is still Adler.

"But I'm ...... It's Adler...... I know...... I'm not you! I'm not damn you! You don't have anything good, what do you have to be proud of? Adler stamped his foot in anger and almost smashed the mirror.

But in the end, the voice became quieter and aggrieved, "Why am I not you?" ”

Memories flood my brain, and I have a splitting headache.

"So I'm really not you...... No wonder ......" Adler sneered, not happy to regain his lost memories.

She thought that when she was Dolores, she liked Morrow, she liked Barnett, she was happy for a little thing, she was very happy when she received the irises, she was also very happy when Barnett came home early today, she was willing to build flowers and leaves, and even cook a meal with Barnett would be very happy, and happiness became very easy, but after she became Adler, none of this mattered, all she wanted was Moro to die.

She is more like a teenage child, that is, the pure happiness before her sister had an accident, as if the innocence of the happy days will never end, she was also the treasure in other people's hearts, the little sister of her sister.

But she was still so envious of Dolores, she said that she liked irises, and Moro personally picked them every day and sent them to someone, saying that she wanted a red necklace, and Moro immediately painted it himself and gave it to herself in public. Barnett cared so much about him that he couldn't wait to pluck all the moons in the sky for her. She would feel distressed for a long time if she knocked a little Barnett, and I wish I could see her every day, everyone was so good to Dolores, so sincere, and she was willing to treat others with true feelings when she was still Dolores, but unfortunately no one treated Adler like this.

This world is always pampered and proud, there is pampering and pride, there is pampering to have the capital of pride, and there is preference to be so fearless, just because she knows that no matter what she does or wants, there is someone who will work hard to complete it.

In the past, my sister did the same to her, and it was so good when my sister was there, even if she didn't have parents, her sister's love also spoiled her, Adler stared at himself in the mirror, and there was a portrait of Vera in the reflection in the mirror.

It's all her, it's all her.

She still hates.

After a period of Dolores' life, she hated it even more.

Those good and well-deserved spoiling didn't belong to her in the first place, "Vera, it's all because of you!" Murrow! It's all because of you! ”

"Morrow, this time, I won't lose to you again, I won't let you go again."