I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 347

Remember in one second【】

At night, Zhang Jue lay in bed and couldn't sleep.

Since coming here, he has been examining the world as a bystander.

His character is like this, absolutely calm and sensible, he will never yell hysterically like those people in the TV series at any time, because it's useless.

Even if he found himself a vice-personality, he quickly accepted this reality.

Find out the problem, try to solve it, no matter whether it succeeds in the end, there is no regret.

Probably this is the biggest difference between him and ordinary people.

He can adapt to the new identity and the new environment very quickly.

It's just like crossing to the bureau.

Oh, well, that should be the experience the master had imagined for him.

The shadow of Yang Xue appeared in his mind.

In the novel written by the master character, the heroine's personality is similar to that of Yang Xue.

Gentle and stubborn.

Sure enough, is this kind of girl only in novels?

This is so fucking!

He was thinking about these and none, and suddenly heard an alarm sound outside.

The alarm bell rang loudly, accompanied by the shouts of people.

"on fire!!"

Within two minutes, a faint smoke drifted in from the gap under the door of his room.

It's over.

The room he was in was completely enclosed, and there was no window. The smoke contained a lot of harmful particles. Over time, he would not be burned to death, nor would he be choked to death.

He looked around and was about to tear off the sheet on the bed, stuffing it into the toilet to get some water, and he heard the sound of the door lock.

A security guard opened the door with his nose and mouth, and shouted to him: "Come out!"

I didn't forget him.

Zhang Jue hurriedly moved away from the detention room with the security guard.

It was early in the morning and there were not many people on duty. Fortunately, the alarm in the detention center was more sensitive, and the fire did not cause much loss.

Zhang Jue was taken to a safe place. As he walked, he heard the passing staff talk about it as if a house was burned down.

Originally, Zhang Jue didn't take this seriously.

But when he was taken into the elevator, the ghost glanced in the direction of the fire, and he was surprised to find that the fire was in the room he had lived in before.

What a coincidence?

Zhang Jue wanted to take a look at that room, but with his current status, he had to give up only because he was taken away.

This was just a small episode, and it didn't cause much movement.

At dinner the next morning, Zhang Jue heard two guards discussing the matter. He heard that the circuit in the room was aging.

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows and continued to deal with his buns and porridge.

After chewing for a few bites, I felt that the taste was not right, the stuffing in the buns seemed to be sour, and the meat quality was obviously not good.

Damn, you dare to give people this kind of food. The contractor of the cafeteria in the detention center is probably someone's brother-in-law.

Zhang Jue put down the buns and only drank two bowls of porridge.

Before he finished eating, a grunting protest came from his stomach, and there was a sharp pain.

He wanted to fart, but he held his sphincter tightly and did not dare to relax.

If there is any chance at this time, a beautiful chrysanthemum will bloom on the pants. …

"report!"

"What are you doing?" The guard who was chatting aside came up impatiently.

"I want to go to the toilet!"

"Hold it! Go back to the room!"

"Can't help it, it's going to come out!"

Hutong——Wow——

After squatting for nearly twenty minutes, Zhang Jue finally excreted all the toxins in his body.

That steamed bun didn't know what kind of meat it was made of, and it worked so quickly, why didn't he see other people go to the toilet.

Could it be that he clicked the back, just one broken, and then let him eat it?

Zhang Jue felt that his legs were a little numb, he held the toilet partition and opened the door with difficulty.

The guard waiting outside the door looked at him with contempt.

After squatting for so long, he would have thought Zhang Jue ran down the toilet if it weren't for the stink and popping noises coming from it.

Zhang Jue's legs were getting numb and he couldn't move after washing his hands. As long as he tried hard, he felt sore and sour. He could only support the sink with his hands.

The guard probably saw what was going on, he hummed and ran outside the toilet to wait, it was so stinky.

Zhang Jue looked at himself in the mirror.

The appearance is still the same as before, just a little thin and sloppy.

The beard hasn't been shaved for a while, and fresh stubble has grown.

But it doesn't affect his handsomeness, on the contrary, there is a kind of decadent beauty.

I don't know how many years ago, a picture of a sharp brother circulated on the Internet, which is probably the kind of vicissitudes of life.

He just looked at himself in the mirror so boredly, and suddenly his inspiration flashed.

"Forehead--"

Zhang Jue woke up in a panic of pain.

He tried to open his eyes, looked around, and realized that he was lying on a hospital bed.

The whole body fell apart, and there was no pain.

It seems that after running a marathon, I was pulled to participate in a punch

^0^Remember in one second【】

Hit the game, the kind that was beaten.

His eyes were dry and astringent, he wanted to rub, but found that his right hand was handcuffed to the iron frame at the head of the bed.

Fragmented again.

The last memory is still in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Needless to say, the injury to my body must have been caused by the master.

Damn it.

When he has time, he has to ask Lawyer Liu to urge that Doctor Huang.

If this continues, I'm afraid I don't know when I will return to the West.

Zhang Jue opened his clothes and found that his chest and abdomen were wrapped in a large roll of bandages, like a mummy. He didn't know what the injury was.

He tried to move, the internal organs didn't hurt, and it seemed that the injury was not serious, which relieved him a lot.

The time should be around noon.

Zhang Jue was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the sky outside through the iron fence of the window.

With a click, the door was pushed open, and a guard walked in with a food container.

"Hey, it's dinner!"

The cold voice is probably not in a good mood.

Zhang Jue sat up and placed the small table that came with the bed.

The guard put the food container on it with a bang, his face was not good.

Zhang Jue glanced at him and recognized that he was the one who accompanied him to the bathroom in the morning, as if he was called Wang Yong.

There is a long scratch on his eyebrows and a band-aid is attached. …

Wang Yong opened his handcuffs so that he could free his hands to eat. Seeing Zhang Jue staring at his wounds, he couldn't help but angrily said: "What do you look at! It's not all you did!"

"what?"

Zhang Jue was taken aback, and then realized that Wang Yong should have been hurt by his master.

"Can you tell me what happened in the morning?" Zhang Jue tried to ask.

"What? I don't remember what I did well?" Wang Yong sneered.

"Then what, you know, I—" Zhang Jue gestured his mind.

"You know, isn't it schizophrenia? Sometimes my mother-in-law does."

Schizophrenia and schizophrenia are not the same thing, but Zhang Jue is too lazy to correct him, and simply acquiesces in directly.

"Man, what happened in the morning, tell me, I really don't remember."

"How the **** did I know!" Wang Yong sipped, "I was waiting outside for you to come out, and then I heard a crunch inside. After I went in, the glass of the mirror was all broken, and you **** took a piece of it. I don't know what I'm going to do, I almost scared me to pee! By the way, boy, looking at you so thin and so powerful, several of us brothers snatched the glass ballast from your hand—"

Wang Yong's heart is not bad. He has heard others say that there are two people living in this prisoner's body. The current one should be a good one, so he talked more about it.

After listening to him, Zhang Jue looked at his right fist, and there were some small wounds.

Probably the master smashed the mirror in the toilet with a punch. No wonder he felt like he was punching.

Zhang Jue looked at the scar on his hand, lost in thought.

Once again, the master took over the body without warning.

Holding the fragments of the mirror, do you want to continue self-harm?

He suddenly wanted to have a face-to-face communication with the other party.

This master has done too many things that he can't understand.

Is he really crazy?

In the afternoon, Zhang Jue met Lawyer Liu who had arrived after hearing the news.

Seeing Zhang Jue lying on the bed, Liu Zhe was relieved.

"What's the matter?" Liu Zhe asked.

"What else is going on, I've been taken away again."

Zhang Jue sighed.

If you just use your body temporarily, it doesn't matter.

But every time the opponent uses it, he will be injured, which is a bit unacceptable.

Liu Zhe looked at him: "Do you remember what happened at that time?"

Zhang Jue shook his head: "I just went to the bathroom. My legs were numb at the time. Who knew he came out like this."

Liu Zhe said, "Be careful in the future. The court day will be around the corner. I suggest you give your mind and recharge your energy every day, don't think about it, and give him a chance."

Relaxing thinking and emptying the brain are very simple for some ordinary people, but Zhang Jue is different.

Thinking while eating, thinking while walking, and thinking even shit.

Thinking has become a habit of him, and it is impossible to quit-after quitting, he will not be him.

However, Liu Zhe also grasped the measure, not too long-winded.

"I'm like this, can I still hold court?" Zhang Jue asked, looking at the bandage on his chest and abdomen. …

Liu Zhe nodded: "I just consulted with a doctor. They are all skin injuries. It doesn't matter. As long as the medicine is applied on time, it will leave a little scar at most. What you have to worry about now is not this."

Zhang Jue snorted: "I know, but his appearance is not something I can control, unless I can kill him now-how is Doctor Huang prepared?"

"He still has his own business. I have already made an appointment with him, the day after tomorrow, provided that you can still control this body."

Zhang Jue lay on the bed, looked at himself from head to toe, and sighed, "I hope."

On February 21, there are two days before the court session.

Zhang Jue sees again

^0^Remember in one second【】

Liu Zhe and Huang Jikai.

This time, Liu Zhe applied to the Bureau of Investigation for a special infirmary, so that Dr. Huang could help Zhang Jue merge the two personalities.

"How are you feeling these two days?" Liu Zhe asked.

"It's nothing special. The frequency of controlling the body has increased, but the memory loss has also become more frequent."

It used to be two or three days of amnesia, but in the last two days, the frequency of amnesia has been increasing, and the time of each time has been shortened.

Don't know what this means.

"Probably he sensed your thoughts," said Huang Jikai, who was sitting next to him. "Although your thoughts are not interoperable, you are using the same body in the end, maybe he will feel it."

Zhang Jue nodded and looked at Liu Zhe: "Lawyer Liu, I asked him two days ago to ask him about the next development of the story. Is there any result?"

Liu Zhe shook his head: "Your master's mental state is not very good, and he is not a person to communicate with. I have met him once in the past two days, but I haven't been able to get any useful information from him."

"Okay." This statement did not surprise Zhang Jue.

In most cases, a person suffering from multiple personality disorders has the opposite personality and behavioral style. How rational and calm he is, how impulsive and crazy the other person is.

If two personalities are relatively similar, then there is no need to derive them.

Seeing that Zhang Jue was not speaking, Huang Jikai asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you remember what I told you before, the things that need to be paid attention to when combining two personalities?"

Zhang Jue nodded: "I accept his memory, and he accepts my thinking."

"very good."

Huang Jikai is very satisfied with Zhang Jue's answer, and being able to summarize it so concisely shows that he has thought about it seriously, and what he needs to do next will be much smoother.

Huang Jikai said: "Mr. Zhang, before starting, I think it is necessary to reiterate that this method is the first time I have used this method to people. It is possible to succeed or not, and if you are not careful, your personality may also be affected. Occupied by the other party, can you understand the risks involved?"

It's the relationship between Sasuke and Osha Maru.

Zhang Jue nodded: "Understood."

"Okay, let's get started."

Huang Jikai said, took out a small incense burner from his backpack, put it on the table, and lit it with a lighter.

There was a faint fragrance from the incense burner.

Then he took out a pocket watch, let go of the chain, and let it sway in front of Zhang Jue's eyes. …

Zhang Jue realized that this was hypnotized.

The time is dusk.

Liu Zhe walked to the window and pulled the curtains up.

The sunlight diffused through the curtains and dyed the whole room golden.

Huang Jikai controlled the strength of his hands, and his pocket watch began to swing regularly.

Zhang Jue also looked at the pocket watch cooperatively.

"Mr. Zhang, from now on, I hope you will listen carefully to what I am saying and not think about anything else in your heart. You feel comfortable and relaxed, and keep your heart quiet. Relax your whole body and you feel that your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier... …"

"Now, you have come to a room. The room is very large and empty. There is a mirror in the center. When you come to the mirror, you see yourself in the mirror..."

"No, that's not you. Although he looks the same as you, he is indeed not you. You can try to communicate with him. You have the same body..."

"He will tell you all of his past... You find that the two of you are more and more alike, more and more alike..."

An hour later, Zhang Jue opened his eyes in the expectation of Liu Zhe and Huang Jikai~www.mtlnovel.com~ Liu Zhegang wanted to speak, but Huang Jikai stopped him.

Zhang Jue didn't speak either, he slowly got up, came to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the sunset in the distance.

The sun hit his face, gentle and handsome.

The aura exuding from Zhang Jue's body is different from before. There are no doubts and confusions in his eyes, and the confidence that seems to be able to insight into everything seems to return to him.

Huang Jikai tried to ask, "Mr. Zhang, who are you... now?"

Zhang Jue slowly turned his head and looked at the two slightly nervous people. The corners of his mouth curled up and a sly smile was conjured up.

"you guess?"

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