DipNovel Chapter 258 Zuo Ling
Chapter 258 Zuo Ling
Chapter 258 Zuo Ling
The notebook is certainly not Yang's whim...
Oh no, to be precise, there are indeed some elements of whim in it.
Because Yang suddenly realized a problem before.
If you look deeper, this problem is still very serious.
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Because analyzing from various angles of research, no one can determine how long he can maintain this state.
The state here does not mean that Yang is alive, but that he is in the dominant state.
To put it simply, he wasn't sure when Luo would suddenly seize the dominance and kick him back into the little black room in his mind.
But for Yang now, what he fears most is not being imprisoned in the small black room again.
Of course, fear is still fear, but this is not the biggest problem.
The biggest problem is that during the period when Yang is dominant, he cannot be sure whether Luo is like him before, and the two are in a state of relative "coexistence of will".Simply put, during Luo's dominant time, Yang could feel all the things he experienced all the time.
In fact, to be precise, they are not "coexisting wills" in the full sense.
Because Yang can perceive everything Luo has experienced, but in the past seven years, once Yang took the lead, Luo was in a state of "lost time", that is to say, during the time when Yang took the lead, Luo couldn't To be aware of everything that is going on around you is to say that he is completely asleep and knows nothing.
And this is what Yang is worried about.
He has never been in control for such a long time, so he is not sure whether Luo is in a state of "lost time" at this moment, or whether, like him before, he has the right to be a bystander.
If it was two weeks ago, Yang would never have considered this fucking question.
But now he had to prepare for it.
Because if Luo is in a coma at this moment, everything that happened during this period will be blank for him.
And Yang didn't know if he would wake up and find that the dominant person had become Luo.
And Luo wouldn't know that the people he wanted to kill were already dead, let alone that he was about to die.
So Yang needed to prepare for the worst, and he wrote it all down in his notebook.
Just to remind Luo who may appear at any time.
He gotta tell this guy, hey man, you're about to burp, now listen up man I'm going to tell you how to keep yourself alive...
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Yang didn't want to be squatted in the small black room quietly waiting for death to come after being seized by Luo.
That would be even more terrifying.
After all, this is a matter of "one corpse, two lives".
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So during this time, Yang recorded everything from beginning to end, told Luo that their time was running out, and gradually wrote down his rough plan.
If Luo Zhen suddenly takes the lead, then when he sees this book, he will naturally know what to do...
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Yang felt very fucked. When Luo was dominant, he could do what he wanted without any restraint, but he was dominant but had to worry about the lives of the two of them.
But he had no choice, he had to.
……
...
Yang Fen pens and writes:
"So here's where I'm at, soon I'll be seeing our therapist and tearing this bitch apart..."
Yang blinked, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have accidentally written out his true thoughts, so he quickly drew a lot of horizontal lines to cover up the words "slut" and "dismemberment", and then replaced them with serious ones. plan content.
But just when he was conceiving words and words, Yang's highly sensitive senses made Yang realize that someone was approaching him, so he put away the pen and closed the notebook.
He quietly waited for the person about five or six meters behind him to come over.
The sound of footsteps was clear and light, and the pace was fast. It could be heard that they were high-heeled shoes, which indicated that the other party was a woman.And just from the sound of footsteps, Yang could tell that the other person was walking in the direction of him.
Yang likes his high-precision senses very much.
Just relying on the footsteps of the opponent, he can roughly describe the general physique of the opponent in his mind.
……
A few seconds later, a young woman stood beside Yang.
No, she can't be called a woman yet. Although she is indeed older than Yang in terms of age, to be precise, she still belongs to the category of young girls.
After all, according to the data, she is only in her early 20s, a graduate student in psychology who just graduated.
Yang put away the notebook, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
It is worth mentioning that the appearance of the other party is younger than he imagined, or more energetic.
The face of a standard oriental girl, short black hair that reaches the level of the earlobe, light makeup, and no jewelry.
There is no surprise that makes people feel bright, but it can give people a very clean and comfortable feeling.
She is wearing a white shirt, holding a book and a tablet in her hands.
"Ro?"
She tilted her head slightly and asked with a smile.
The ends of her hair fell evenly, forming an extremely harmonious arc, like the blade of a harpoon.
Yang Xiao glanced at the other party with a half-smile.
He didn't speak, but his eyes clearly raised a question to the other party - "How do you know that I am?"
"When you write, you raise your head and look around. You should be waiting for someone." The girl said with a smile, showing a row of white teeth.
"Is this the professional habit of your psychologists, observing and analyzing people's behavior?" Yang asked.
"You think too much, normal people will judge like this when they are looking for friends they have never met." The girl shook her head.
"Oh~ That's right." Yang raised his eyebrows.
"Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?" The girl asked with a glance at the empty seat opposite Yang.
"Please sit down." Yang smiled lightly.
"Thank you." The girl bowed her head very politely, then sat on the seat opposite Yang, and put the tablet in her hand on the inside of the table.
"So, now that we've officially met, do we still need to abide by the previous rules?" the girl asked.
"Well... no need." Yang shook his head.
"Well, if that's the case, I think it's necessary for us to get to know each other formally." The girl stretched out her hand towards Yang and said:
"My name is Zuo Ling, and I'm your psychiatrist."
The corner of Yang's mouth twitched.
He stretched out his hand to hold the soft palm and said:
"Ro."
"Your mental patient."
(End of this chapter)