Chapter 12 You're Asking for Death

"You're…asking for death."

A black luster surged from the depths of Zhou Ze's eyes. At this moment, he was very angry.

Yes, he was a cuckoo in the nest,

But,

So what!

I will continue to live in your body, can you stop me?

Your revenge,

Is just suddenly stimulating me to force myself on your wife?

Is that all you've got?

Zhou Ze spread out his right hand, black nails slowly growing out, wisps of black mist surrounding it.

Many times, the real solution to a problem depends on where you sit, that is, your position.

Standing on Zhou Ze's side, there is no way to distinguish right from wrong. He wants to live, and all actions based on this premise are correct; otherwise, everything loses its meaning.

If it loses its meaning, is there still a need for right or wrong to exist?

"No matter where you're hiding, I'm going to drag you out, even if…you're hiding in this body!"

Zhou Ze's face began to twist, his fingernails digging into his chest.

"Hiss…"

Intense pain accompanied by uncontrollable convulsions, Zhou Ze trembled all over, falling to his knees.

He opened his mouth,

Looking somewhat dazed,

He's not here,

He's not here at all!

Why?

He had just verified it at the risk of his soul almost being shattered by himself. There was only Zhou Ze's soul in this body. Xu Le simply didn't exist!

Zhou Ze slowly stood up again, looking at the broken mirror. It was still his own face. This time, he waited for a long time, but the person in the mirror didn't change at all.

Xu Le, he no longer exists,

So, everything I did to Doctor Lin before was driven by my own nature?

No,

That's impossible,

Impossible!

It can't be like this.

For the first time, Zhou Ze felt that the person in the mirror was so unfamiliar, not because he had changed his body and appearance, but because his heart, his soul, seemed to be completely different from his original self-awareness.

Which is the real self, the body or the soul?

Throughout history, many great poets and thinkers, both Chinese and foreign, have actually given a similar answer: the flesh changes and decays, but the soul can last forever.

It can be noble, it can be remembered, and it can shine brightly in the long river of history.

Zhou Ze also believed that he was still Zhou Ze, still his original self. Right now, it was just his body that had changed, but he still thought he was Zhou Ze.

Now,

He started to feel fear,

Because since Xu Le's soul no longer existed,

That also meant,

The one who changed…was himself?

………………

"Go to sleep, honey."

"Okay, I'll take our daughter to rest first. You should finish up and rest early too."

"Okay, I'll rest after I finish revising this treatment plan."

Wang Ke gently twisted his neck and yawned. He was indeed very sleepy, but he had to finish the work at hand. He was only in his early thirties, but many white hairs had already appeared on his head.

Men of this age are at their most awkward. If they don't work hard, it's too early to retire. If they do, their bodies are already slowly declining.

"Ding ding ding… ding ding ding…"

Wang Ke frowned slightly. Who would be visiting so late?

He walked to the entrance and looked at the man in the black coat standing outside the door in the video, and asked, "May I ask, who are you?"

"I'm looking for Wang Ke. A friend introduced me."

"Sorry, if you have anything to discuss, you can make an appointment with my assistant. I usually…"

"Zhou Ze introduced me," the man outside the door said.

Hearing this name, Wang Ke paused, then opened the door.

The other person looked quite young, probably around twenty-five years old.

"Come in." Wang Ke motioned for him to enter, personally making him a cup of tea and placing it on the coffee table.

Zhou Ze sat on the sofa, looking at his former friend.

He hadn't changed. He was still working hard in his profession. As children who grew up together in the orphanage, they had a good relationship since childhood, and in the old director's opinion, they were two of the most promising children to have emerged from the orphanage in recent years.

Zhou Ze was the young vice director of a hospital, and Wang Ke already had his own psychological clinic, not a small storefront in a cramped location, but next to the South Street in Tongcheng's city center.

Even this villa was definitely not something ordinary people could afford.

"You know Zhou Ze?" Wang Ke asked first.

"Yeah, he's been dead for half a year," Zhou Ze replied, then picked up the teacup and took a sip. He still liked Maojian tea; his taste hadn't changed.

"What's the matter that you're here for?"

"Consultation."

"Consultation?" Wang Ke coughed. "You can make an appointment."

"It's urgent." Zhou Ze looked into Wang Ke's eyes. "Very urgent."

Wang Ke was silent, then smiled, nodded, got up, and said, "Please come to the study with me."

Regardless of whether the other person's sudden visit was impolite, or whether the other person's request was abrupt, since the other person said he was Zhou Ze's friend, Wang Ke had no reason or way to refuse.

Zhou Ze sat upright in Wang Ke's study for a while. Wang Ke walked in wearing a white coat, showing his solemnity.

"Tell me about your situation." Wang Ke twirled the pen in his hand. It was a dark gold pen that stood out under the light in the study.

Zhou Ze slowly shook his head. "Don't hypnotize me, not even lightly."

Wang Ke nodded and put down the pen.

"I might have some…multiple personality disorder," Zhou Ze said, organizing his words.

"More specifically," Wang Ke asked.

"I feel that there is another person's personality in my body. To be precise, at a certain moment, that person's temperament will suddenly affect what I do, and I can clearly feel that it is definitely not something I should be doing.

I've always been…a very disciplined person."

"Symptoms of multiple personality disorder?" Wang Ke narrowed his eyes. "How long has this been going on?"

"Recently, I guess."

"How about this, on this paper, draw your second personality. Just use your own feeling to draw his appearance, even if you've never seen his real appearance."

Wang Ke handed a piece of white paper and the pen to Zhou Ze.

"Second personality?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Right." Wang Ke nodded.

"But…strictly speaking, I am the second personality." Zhou Ze pointed to himself. "The one who's causing trouble now should be the original personality of this body."

Wang Ke's gaze sharpened, and he began to re-examine Zhou Ze.

"You mean, your current state is the second personality?"

"According to your theory, that should be it," Zhou Ze replied.

Originally, the owner of this body was Xu Le, and Zhou Ze was an outsider, so Zhou Ze belonged to the second personality.

"You've already killed him?" Wang Ke asked with interest. He seemed…a little excited.

"Kind of, and I'm sure he's gone," Zhou Ze replied.

"Then what you did is actually considered murder," Wang Ke reminded. "Although legally, it's impossible to determine your behavior, and it's impossible to define this behavior, but I still have to sit here and condemn you."

"What happens after the condemnation?"

"You came to me because you want to find a way to completely get rid of the influence of the first personality on you?"

"Yes."

Wang Ke started twirling the pen again, this time not for hypnosis, but because he was thinking.

"I don't know if I should help you, because from my perspective, you killed a 'person' who originally existed, and if I help you, I'll be helping you to cover up the crime, and I'll become an accomplice."

"Help me," Zhou Ze said.

"I need to think about it," Wang Ke said thoughtfully.

"No need to think, help me," Zhou Ze urged, and then Zhou Ze said, "Second Bro Dan." (er dan ge)

When this "Second Bro Dan" was said, Wang Ke's expression suddenly changed. He was a little surprised and said, "Zhou Ze even told you this?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

Wang Ke looked up, a little tangled, but still gritted his teeth and began to pick up the pen to write the list:

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. These medicines are actually only auxiliary and can help you stabilize your emotions and help you sleep."

"Then there's no need to prescribe it," Zhou Ze said.

"The most important step is that you need to change your environment." Wang Ke ignored Zhou Ze's previous words, finished writing the list, and continued: "Break away from the social relationships in which that first personality originally lived and rebuild your own social relationships.

Many people believe that people's thoughts are only entrusted to the soul, although whether there is a soul in this world, that is, whether there are ghosts, is still unknown.

But this statement itself is inaccurate. In fact, our bodies, our muscles, our eyes, including many, many parts and organs, can actually store a person's 'soul'. This 'soul' is different from the soul in a broad sense.

It refers to things like the 'muscle memory' created by athletes through countless repetitions of training, as well as 'psychological suggestion' and so on. You can understand it as a kind of inertia.

You are the second personality who killed the first personality,

But after all, this body has existed and operated in the hands of the first personality for too long. It has its own inertia, its own memory. Sometimes the reason why you suddenly make inexplicable choices that shock and surprise you afterward, giving you the illusion that the first personality still exists and is still causing trouble,

Is because of this reason.

First cut off all your current interpersonal network, build your own social circle, let this body start to adapt to you again, and offset the previous inertia, and the problem will be solved.

In fact, your current situation is not serious. Your thinking logic is very clear. Overcoming it is just a matter of time." Wang Ke smiled.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the study,

"Honey, is there a guest?"

"Yes, please pour two more cups of coffee for me."

"Okay."

Zhou Ze thought of Doctor Lin, thought of his parents-in-law, thought of that sister-in-law,

Indeed,

In the beginning, he rejected that person's interpersonal relationships, and even wanted to break them off long ago.

But I don't know when it started,

She just won't sleep with me anyway,

And it has become his obsession?

"How long does it take to break off the relationship?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Doesn't take long." Wang Ke shrugged, looking very relaxed. "I've been observing you since you came in. The feeling you give me, how should I put it?

You are the second personality, but I think you are the most thorough case of the second personality killing the first personality that I have ever seen.

It's like…the borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul in ancient ghost stories, very simply, very neatly, and can even be described with the word 'perfect'.

Now, you can understand it as a slight side effect of taking a medicine, which can be completely overcome with your own immunity. Maybe just two or three months.

After that, you can pick up your previous interpersonal relationships again, and there won't be any problems."

Zhou Ze nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Coffee is here."

The study door was pushed open, and a woman walked in carrying two cups of coffee, placing them on the desk.

Zhou Ze looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at Zhou Ze.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze's heart suddenly moved, and the woman's expression suddenly changed.

"What, do you know each other?" Wang Ke asked.

"Yes, he is Doctor Lin's husband, Xu Le," the woman replied.

"Ah?" Wang Ke stood up in surprise,

Taking the initiative to shake hands with Zhou Ze to express his gratitude,

Previously, the man in front of him was a patient introduced by his deceased childhood friend. Now, he was also the savior of his daughter, so the relationship was naturally closer.

Zhou Ze perfunctorily responded, but in his mind, he was actually wondering whether he should remind his childhood friend, who was focused on his career, that his wife had recently become very addicted to the indescribable "perm hair" activity?

After thinking about it, he should still remind him anonymously after leaving. Although after the two of them started working, because they knew each other's personalities, they focused on their careers and didn't bother each other.

The friendship and memories from childhood had not changed, but they never had the habit of making time to drink, chat, or hang out together. In fact, if the problem had not been so tricky this time, Zhou Ze would not have come to Wang Ke.

He got married, Zhou Ze didn't know. He had children, Zhou Ze didn't know, but when he needed help, if he said his name, the other party would definitely agree.

Wang Ke and his wife saw Zhou Ze out of the house, and Zhou Ze refused Wang Ke's offer to drive him back.

"Honey, what did he come to you for?"

"For a consultation," Wang Ke replied. "You said he runs a bookstore?"

"Yeah, a bookstore like a tea party."

"That's good. I'll go take a look when I have the chance."

…………

Zhou Ze had just walked out of the range of this villa,

When he suddenly felt something, stopped, turned around, and looked at the villa behind him.

On the balcony of the villa,

Stood a little loli,

She was hugging her white bear doll, wearing red pajamas, standing outside in the wind.

Her hair was blowing, and her skirt was fluttering, but she stood motionless, seemingly unaware,

But her eyes,

Were always on him.

At first, Zhou Ze's expression was serious, and his body was a little tense,

But slowly, the tension began to fade, and the pressure of Xu Le's affairs on his mind was also relieved by the conversation just now. Zhou Ze was very relaxed.

However, what troubled Zhou Ze a little was that,

It seemed that he not only had to remind his childhood friend about his wife's problem,

His daughter,

Seemed to have a problem too.

Silently, Zhou Ze felt a little sorry for his childhood friend in his heart.

What kind of sins did he commit in his previous life to have such a "happy and fulfilling" family.

At this thought, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Ze's mouth.

The next moment, facing the little loli's gaze from the balcony in the distance,

Zhou Ze raised his hand,

Waving in that direction:

Saying:

"Hi."