Ning Lu climbed onto the bed and lay down with a pillow, her two calves swinging back and forth.

"Ziqing will choose to escape to solve the problem every time, and he is really a coward in this regard, but I don't blame you."

"Hah... Am I cowardly and timid? Sounds like a good fit for my approach..."

Sang Ziqing smiled bitterly, always feeling that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

It was as if a corner of the iceberg that had been sleeping in the depths of consciousness had been carved out, and a faint sense of panic rushed to my heart from time to time.

It's a feeling of depressing, like a childhood dream on a midsummer afternoon, only to wake up to find that all that's left is the soul of a pale and crippled adult.

I was so dazed that I wanted to cry.

"I have a question, that's it... Broken Arm Split··· Something like that, is it normal? It gives me the illusion that I'm not well yet! ”

"Before they come, it's not normal!"

Ning Lu changed her relaxed and happy look and said seriously.

"They... Who is it? ”

Ning Lu grabbed a book on the table and spread it out in front of her, with a dignified look on her pink and lovely cheeks.

She flipped through the books and explained with a heavy heart:

"It's just a being, or a vision, a message, a consciousness... No one knows what they are, but what is clear is that these beings turning over, or sneezing, will have a huge impact on humanity! ”

"They don't know how long they've been around or when they've perished, and you can think of them as gods."

Sang Ziqing flipped through all the memories in his mind, and roughly integrated the definition of "god" from the fragments of Tulang Buman and Yang Zijie's consciousness.

The creation of fantasy, the sustenance of wishes, condenses many beautiful imaginations, but in general, it is also a terrible existence that can eat away at human faith.

Sang Ziqing recalled the hideous and ugly face of the priest when he changed, and couldn't help but feel worried.

I wonder if his God has responded to his appeal.

Ning Lu continued: "Originally, we were in a state of equilibrium with nothing to do, until something like [incarnation] appeared, and the gods also had a body to rely on, which was called the [Rational Shell] in the West. ”

"Come out and take a look, the world now! Speaking of which, I've been your guide more than once..."

The girl jumped out of bed, a look of imperceptible sadness flashing across her face.

Sang Ziqing took the black-sealed book into his arms and followed Ning Lu out of the resettlement room.

All the way down unimpeded, and the staff who passed by Sang Ziqing mostly had a look of fear and admiration on their faces.

The address of the Tianhai City Countermeasures Branch is located under an unfinished building, and you can get a glimpse of the living beings in the city by climbing upstairs.

The two of them stood at the top of the floor, looking down on everything beneath them.

The daylight was dizzying, and everywhere was white, and even the flowers in the flower beds were a little less noticeable.

Sang Ziqing just wanted to look up at the sun with a strange light, but he was stopped by a slap from Ning Lu, who jumped up.

"Ziqing is not well-behaved, I told you when I went out, don't look up!"

"Having said that, it's human nature to look up and be a man!"

Sang Ziqing stroked his head and looked into the distance.

Pedestrians of all walks of life, wearing colorful parasols, buried their heads very low.

The heat wave on the asphalt road flew up and down high with fallen leaves.

The sprinkler was kind and misused, turning the passing area into a terrible steamer.

Several construction workers were toiling in the heat, and their helmets were tied to miniature parasols bought for thirty yuan, which looked completely in the way.

Sang Ziqing's attention was attracted by a couple of men and women who were entangled.

The man with flowers in his hand followed behind the tall woman, dancing and shouting something.

The woman's expression was indifferent, ignoring the man's sweet words, and waved her hand to stop a bright taxi.

After the woman got into the car, the man still pulled the window, making a final effort to save love.

After some futile efforts, the car finally drove away, leaving only a pungent exhaust fume.

"That man, it seems a little strange..."

As soon as Sang Ziqing's words fell, the man's head cracked, and an ugly long tongue full of pimples stretched out from it.

His legs were covered with fish scales, his arms burst with toad-like markings, and a pair of transparent light wings grew from his back, and his whole body suddenly became strangely long and narrow.

"Fallen..." Ning Lu pouted and said unhappily.

"Fallen?"

"It is to fully accept their influence, to change, and gradually become uncontrollable."

Sang Ziqing nodded thoughtfully: "Don't you have to deal with it?" It was chasing the car, and it was extremely fast. ”

"Look at it, the absolute professionalism of the countermeasures bureau!"

Ning Lu chuckled lightly, put her hands behind her back, and looked calm and confident.

Lao Cheng's leadership posture suddenly raised Sang Ziqing's expectations, and he held his breath and stared at the ugly monsters that kept running.

Suddenly, the long and narrow figure that was running suddenly broke off, and its limbs burst and scattered to the ground.

In its abdomen, a huge hole is visible.

"Just as they have lackeys and believers, we have a strong helping hand on our side."

"The raiders, who don't accept their influence, are also not mentally ill, but they have undergone a mutation, that sounds like a scoundrel, right?"

Looking in the direction of Ning Lu's finger, you can see a teenager in a baseball uniform, he leans his metal bat against his lap, and keeps throwing a dark green baseball full of sticky.

"In that case, you're also a raider..." Sang Ziqing looked at the girl who grew from her arms on the side.

"That's right! Get out of the twelve genera, Hai Pig Infinity! That's how I sink. ”

Sang Ziqing let out a long sigh, walked back to the building reluctantly, sat down against a wall pillar, curled up and picked up his legs.

"I thought that the priest's mutation was a fantasy with a distorted consciousness, but the reality turned out to be even more dangerous..."

"Ahhh Damn, maybe it's not bad to guard the Black Sea... Haha..."

Head, it hurts!

With one arm propped up, he took the book out of his bosom and placed it on the ground to read it gently.

"No matter how many times this drama occurs, you will never be cured?"

Ning Lu's small body pressed against Sang Ziqing's back, looking at the dense characters in the book.

"No, it's fine. Since what you want is Sang Ziqing, then I can tell you clearly that the other eleven personalities are no longer there. ”

"Huh?"

Sang Ziqing felt the body on his back twitch slightly because of the shock.

"What personality?"

"Isn't it a split personality? Those guys hiding in my realm of consciousness..."

Ning Lu was silent for a moment, and put her small mouth to Sang Ziqing's ear.

Next, the girl's words tightly wrapped around Sang Ziqing's heart like a chain of bolted stones, pulling it straight down.

In an instant, Sang Ziqing's body was cold, as if he was sinking into the unfathomable Black Sea.

宁禄 says:

"But Ziqing, you've always only had headaches, but you've never had a split personality. The eleven Class B death row prisoners who were taken out by you without permission were brutally killed by you! ”