Just as Mingze was about to go downstairs, his footsteps paused, and the sounds of Tang Chongming and Ming Heyu's conversation came from downstairs.
Ming and Yu went out before and said they were going to pick up Tang Chongming, but they didn't expect to come back so soon.
His extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear every word of their conversation.
"Brother He Yu, I suspect that Zeye, like his adoptive father, has inherited a mental illness similar to that of the old patriarch."
"Did you give him a psychological test?" Ming and Ze Zeyu frowned.
"No, he is very guarded and may suffer from mild persecution delusion. During that time in Japan, I would occasionally chat with him when he was free. He looked at people with the same eyes as the old master. Sometimes It’s very weird, it doesn’t feel like you’re looking at…one of your own kind.”
Tang Chongming pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected white light, and said, "I suggest arranging for him to undergo a comprehensive psychological test."
"I don't think he has any mental problems now. He is doing well like this." Ming Heyu refused.
No one wants to be mentally ill.
Besides, my younger brother is still a bit arrogant as before, but he has a perfect personality in all aspects. He is not only considerate and actively helps with cooking, but also loves small animals.
The smile on Tang Chongming's face remained unchanged: "He does look a little more normal than his adoptive father back then, but this only proves that he is very good at pretending, and I am not talking about the antisocial personality disorder you suffer from."
Not knowing what they thought of, Ming and Yu were silent for a while and said, "Are you sure this is not your occupational disease?"
"You know exactly why I have studied psychology for so many years."
"I want to ask him what he thinks." Ming Heyu frowned.
"No need to ask." Ming Zeye walked down the stairs and said coldly: "I know my situation very well. If I suffer from mental illness, I will see a doctor on my own."
"Really?" Tang Chongming tilted his head, looked directly into Ming Zeye's eyes, and said with a smile: "Then you probably don't mind taking a psychological test."
"It makes no sense." Ming Zeye said coldly.
It's obviously a problem in this world, so why should he take the blame for Him?
Ming and Yu grabbed Tang Chongming, who was about to continue speaking, and said gently: "Let's eat first."
At the dinner table, as Ming and Yu said, Tang Chongming looked polite and frail, but in fact he had an astonishingly large appetite.
After Ming Zeye finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and watched Tang Chongming eat with interest.
He ate very quickly, almost swallowing every bite directly, like swallowing pills.
As expected of a two-dimensional world, Tang Chongming didn't swallow it to death.
After Shi Jiu finished eating the food in his bowl, he looked up and found that half of the dishes on the table were missing.
Shijiu: "???"
It didn't take long for him to discover the culprit behind his missing meals.
"Master, hurry up, hurry up, get me some more dumplings and fish, this red hair will eat them all." Shi Jiu patted the table and said eagerly.
Ming Zeye glanced at Shi Jiu. Based on his usual appetite, Shi Jiu probably wouldn't eat anymore. Sure enough, the food that he rushed to eat was the most delicious.
He picked up the chopsticks again and served Shi Jiu some food.
Ming and Yu put down their chopsticks and smiled helplessly as they looked at the battlefield-like "hand shadows in the light of chopsticks" on the dinner table.
The two of them liked to grab food when they were young, just like they do now, as if the food they grabbed would taste more delicious.
The only difference is that this time, the younger brother is grabbing it for the cat to eat.
Ming Zeye, Ming Heyu and others had been cooking for the whole morning before being wiped out by Tang Chongming and Shi Jiu.
After finishing the meal, Tang Chongming wiped his mouth gracefully and returned to his original gentlemanly demeanor.
"Humans are worse than cats." Tang Chongming said jokingly: "You used to compete with me to eat, and you never picked up food for me."
"Why are you comparing yourself to a cat?" Ming Zeye said with a cold face.
"That's incomparable." Tang Chongming said with a smile, not knowing whether he was talking about a cat or a human.
"I suggest you go to a mental hospital to check your bulimia." Ming Zeye mocked: "Dr. Tang, doctors don't treat themselves."
"Eating too much does not mean that I have bulimia. I was locked in a room without any food for a week with a friend when I was a child. I was afraid of hunger, so I ate so much. And I have a huge appetite."
When he mentioned the sad things in the past, the smile on Tang Chongming's face remained as unchanged as a mask.
"How did he survive without eating for a week?" Shi Jiu asked curiously.
Ming Zeye touched Shi Jiu, his eyes darkened. Naturally, he had to eat "food" to survive.
"By the way, I was in charge of building the branch in Japan before. Now you are in charge in Matsuzawa. Do you want to re-select the location?" Tang Chongming asked.
"No, everything continues as usual." Ming Zeye had seen this document before, and Tang Chongming did a good job in all aspects.
"I still have a mission, let's go first." After saying that, Ming Zeye got up and left.
In the car, Ming Zeye turned the steering wheel with one hand and held his mobile phone in the other hand to send emails to assign tasks to his subordinates.
He has to work three jobs by himself and find time to manage his own power, but he doesn't have the energy to do all the tasks himself like Gin.
As the car approached the safe house, Mingzeye yawned. Suddenly, his eyelids became particularly heavy, and he felt sleepy coming inexplicably.
This feeling... is the intense drowsiness that occurs suddenly when one combines Shijiu's abilities.
Ming Zeye put the phone back in his pocket, took out the dagger and stabbed it hard into his thigh, then pulled the dagger out with an expressionless face, changed his position and continued to pierce it.
The bright red blood soon stained the car seat red.
Shi Jiu, who was sleeping on the passenger seat, smelled the smell of blood and jumped up suddenly. He looked at Ming Zeye self-harming in shock: "I'll go, Master, what are you doing?" Could it be that he was possessed by the spirit? ?
"Fusion." Mingze Yeqiang held back his sleepiness and explained briefly.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Shi Jiu said anxiously,
Ming Zeye said nothing and concentrated on driving. He couldn't help but feel sleepy, so he stabbed his body with a knife. Soon the car arrived near the safe house.
"Clean the blood on the car and kill anyone who breaks in." Ming Zeye ordered as he opened the car door.
"Yes." Shi Jiu licked his paws, a coldness flashing in his eyes.
It will not allow any creature to harm its owner.
Then Mingzeye limped open the door. When he walked to the sofa, Mingzeye pulled out the dagger inserted in his thigh and then fell down with peace of mind.
…
Night falls.
When Mingzeye woke up, he saw nothing.
Ming Zeye stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, but saw nothing, only a vast expanse of white.
Is he blind?
"Master, are you awake? How do you feel?"
Shijiu's voice came from beside him. Ming Zeye reached out and pinched the back of its neck, lifted it in front of him, and slowly wrapped his left hand around its neck.
Is it your fault?
"Master, what's wrong?" Shi Jiu looked up at Ming Zeye in confusion.
Ming Zeye blinked, and objects slowly appeared in his eyes, and he could see them.
He whispered: "It's okay, how long have I slept?"
"It didn't take long, only five or six hours."
