When this matter is over, Zhang Mumu might be a good friend.
Of course, you can't count on delicate tasks. But with that goofy personality, it should be easy to get along with her. Even if she reveals some secrets that she doesn't want to tell, it will be difficult for her to discover them, or she will forget them immediately.
Having said that, this is a high-risk time for exposure. To be cautious, Zhou Yu did not provide her with her mobile phone number or social media account, but only verbally agreed to meet in the school cafeteria at noon next Wednesday.
——If she calls at the wrong time and tells the protagonist about the acquaintance process, she will be completely out of luck.
However, Zhang Mumu would definitely forget the verbal agreement within a few minutes. For this reason, Zhou Yu repeatedly reminded her that she must show up on that day. If you forget in the end, just come back at 8pm on Saturday night.
Zhang Mumu nodded desperately, almost shaking out his afterimage. She took out her mobile phone in person, wrote down the meeting in a memo, and set an alarm reminder half an hour in advance. In this way, even she will not forget to keep the appointment.
……Bar.
Zhou Yu watched her go away from the window. Then, he put on his leather shoes for going out and quietly walked down the stairs.
…
The apartment Zhou Yu rents is located in the western suburbs of Migenzhu City. It takes 20 minutes to ride a bicycle to the subway station. Because it is a suburb, there are no passers-by on the streets at ten o'clock at night. There are still a lot of rotten leaves under the street trees, and I don’t know where the cleaning staff have gone.
The shops on both sides of the street are basically closed. More than 90% of them are local shops without any familiar chain brands. Most of the residents living here are locals, and shopkeepers and customers meet all day long. Although it is not as bad as "people don't pick up things on the road and don't close their doors at night", the public security situation is much more optimistic than the city appearance.
Even if a person is wandering in the streets late at night, there is nothing to guard against except the cold wind and rain.
This remote and nostalgic suburban picture, and the brightly lit bustling business district, actually coexist in the same city. In fact, they are more powerful than dual personality patients, perverted murderers, and late-night female battery car drivers wielding long knives to drive away gangsters. More bizarre and bizarre things.
Choosing to live here, maybe Zhou Yu likes this absurd feeling of being in the world and yet isolated from the world.
There used to be a clothing store not far from the apartment, but it has closed down and moved away long ago. Although there is a rental notice in front of the store, it has been ignored for several months, and even the writing on the paper has been blurred by the rain.
Zhou Yu stood in front of the notice and looked at it, then opened the door of the store, which was in name only, and walked into the room. The furnishings of the clothing store have been completely demolished, and the exposed walls and floors look like a huge box made of cement.
The floor is covered with thick dust, and there are many tiny light particles hidden in it, which are fragments of mirrors left on the ground. Every night, these fragments will reflect the street lights outside the store, as if there are many diamonds hidden in the ashes.
At first, Zhou Yu was attracted by these fragments, so he pushed open the broken store door for the first time and broke into the store illegally.
However, two months of intermittent intrusions have not elicited any response, and the damaged rental notice in front of the door has not been updated. The owner of the land seems to have completely forgotten about it.
At the end of the dust and broken mirrors, the only "residents" in this room are two naked mannequins, one male and one female.
The models' bodies were made of plastic and had a low degree of realism. Especially the face, it looks like the facial features were painted on for the sake of a prank. Those who are timid may cry on the spot.
If you use something that looks like something possessed by a demon as a clothing model, it's only natural that the store's business will be so cold that it will close down.
At this moment, the two models were sitting side by side against the wall, staring and grinning identically, greeting the only visitor with a crazy smile like a mental patient.
Their exposed bodies were covered with shallow and fine knife marks everywhere.
——With two pairs of black hole-like eyes, it seems to be saying, "Tonight you are coming to kill us again!" while smiling between accusation and ridicule.
Zhou Yu was silent, took out the switchblade from his pocket, stepped over the silvery lenses on the floor, and slowly walked towards the female model on the left.
Ah, ah, say it again, say it again.
As he himself admitted before, the girl Zhou Yu's second personality "Zhou Yu" is a psychopathic murderer.
To say this is not to be unconventional or mysterious. Although Zhou Yu has not killed anyone with this body so far, his understanding of himself will not be biased by this.
For example, if you are a homosexual, you don’t need to wait until you sleep with someone of the same sex. You will naturally realize your sexual orientation as you grow up.
Zhou Yu, whose mental age is around twenty years old, was convinced that he was a murderer from the moment he was born.
Well, I don't mean to try to get away with it. Unlike harmless homosexuals, murderers are quite reasonably sentenced if they are caught killing someone. In terms of overall social benefits, risk factors must be eliminated. This has nothing to do with nature and nurture—it is better to say that congenital criminals are even more hopeless.
…
If you had a little bit of conscience, you should kill yourself first before you can't control your desire to kill, right...?
Zhou Yu smiled in confusion, and used the switchblade to gently slide an arc on the model's chest.
The sharp edge left a few scratches on the plastic. However, what appeared in "Zhou Yu's" mind was a picture of skin and flesh being separated and blood flowing.
My mind gradually became trance-like.
It was not like the feeling written in many horror stories, where the whole person was on stimulants and was extremely high and ecstatic.
Whether it is addiction to cigarettes or drugs, only those who have truly experienced it will understand. The so-called "addiction" is formed not because of how refreshing and comfortable it is when "using" it, but because it is extremely painful when not touching it. If you don't do it, you will feel empty and tired, and you won't even have the energy to make correct judgments. So even if you know it's wrong in your heart, you can only keep using it.
It's like adding cold water to a boiling pot. Eventually, the entire pot will be filled with boiling water, which will overflow and extinguish the flame.
——By then, it must be the end.
…
My mind and body became lighter, but my mood became depressed. Zhou Yu grinned with a smile, but frowned in distress as he cut over and over on the model. How to exert force more easily, from which angle to avoid the obstruction of bones, which point to stab can cut the bones and muscles, and which knife to render the victim silent, all are clear.
Although personality is created through the patient's imagination, its source of knowledge still relies on the body. In other words, a single personality cannot have knowledge beyond the body.
If the patient cannot fly a plane, even if he develops the personality of an "airplane pilot", he still cannot learn without a teacher. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be split personality, it would be called possession by a lonely soul.
In the same way, Zhou Yu's knowledge of human body structure was not obtained because "I am a murderer", but from the experience of the protagonist's personality. As a painter, Zhou Yu used to practice body sketching, and thus mastered the structure of the human body accurately and at a medical level.
And this great talent, originally used to create beauty, has been transformed into a superb and skillful killing technique in the hands of another personality.
What would Zhou Yu think if she learned the truth?
Zhou Yu grinned in agony, staring at the female model's similarly distorted smile, then raised the knife and plunged it deeply into her empty left breast.
